Doctor: It's reasonable to perform surgery on yourself.

Xu Qiu glanced at Jiang Donger with some surprise.

After so many conversations, family members asked various questions, and some even asked him to ensure that the operation must be successful. However, it was rare for them to not care about the literature and data and instead ask the doctor for his own assurance.

Xu Qiu thought carefully for a moment... Judging from Jiang Dong'er's situation, it would take at least a week to confirm the surgical plan and select limb reconstruction materials for limb salvage surgery.

One week is enough for Xu Qiu to train in the simulated operating room more than ten times.

With the help of the rewards given by the system, it is not difficult to win this surgery.

The most important thing is... Once you get system rewards such as "reduce complications" and "reduce the probability of recurrence", Jiang Donger's five-year survival rate will be greatly improved.

"About sixty percent." After careful consideration, Xu Qiu gave the answer.

He thought for a while and added: "If an amputation is performed, the chance of living for five years is more than 80%."

This is a level unmatched by the industry.

If it weren't for Xu Qiu's master-level chemotherapy experience and master-level surgical ability, he wouldn't have dared to make such a guarantee.

Jiang Donger's gray eyes finally flashed with light, and she smiled with surprise: "I believe Dr. Xu, I want to do limb salvage surgery!"

"Dong'er..." Even though Mother Jiang had made up her mind not to interfere in her daughter's decision, hearing the word eighty percent still inevitably touched her heart.

Sixty percent and eighty percent are worlds apart in the face of death.

They also hope that their daughter can spend more time with them and see more of this beautiful world.

Jiang Dong'er hesitated for a moment, then grinned and said with relief: "Dad, Mom, only after I got sick did I realize how happy it is to walk on the ground with both feet... In five years, I hope I Being able to have my own two legs instead of relying on prosthetics or wheelchairs...

"Since life has been so unsatisfactory, I want to spend the last days of my life more beautiful and sounder. Because rather than living five or six years without one leg, I would rather live three or four years with both legs intact!" "

Mother Jiang covered her mouth, looking at her daughter's sincere and even pleading eyes, she nodded slowly.

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…

Xinxiang County.

Late at night, a few dogs barked from time to time in the thick dusk, and frogs croaked loudly in the fields. Under the starry sky, the village was quiet, peaceful and peaceful.

Boom——

Two beams of light suddenly turned on, and the roar of the diesel engine broke the silence, and then quickly disappeared.

After about ten minutes, the motorcycle slowed down.

An old man in his sixties in a vest, holding a cigarette in his mouth, holding the motorcycle handle with one hand, and holding a boy who couldn't stop shaking with his other hand.

After stopping the motorcycle, he did not get off the motorcycle and looked at the signboard illuminated by the car lights:

"Lin Jianguo Clinic"

This is the only clinic and pharmacy in the village. Whenever people in the village have a headache, fever, diarrhea or vomiting, they come here to get medicine.

The only doctor in the clinic, Li Jianguo, is an old man in his seventies. He was a talent selected during the Barefoot Doctor Project. He studied medicine and stayed in the village.

Originally, he wanted to pass on his medical skills and clinic to his son so that he could retire and enjoy a comfortable life. However, his son had accepted the education of the new era and looked down upon him as a barefoot doctor, let alone an unlicensed "illegal doctor" in a small village. ", so he went to work in the magic city.

A few years ago, my son started a business again and made a lot of money. He wanted to take Mr. Lin over to live there.

Lin Jianguo had happily planned everything, even packed his luggage, but one night a child in the village had a high fever. If he hadn't lowered the temperature in time, the child might have burned out his brain.

At that moment, he suddenly thought that he was the only doctor in the village. The nearest county hospital was more than 40 kilometers away, and there was a long mountain road in the middle. It would take at least three or four hours by car to get there from the village, and many villagers even No motorcycles…

After he left, there was no doctor or pharmacy in the village. The elderly and children in the village had to run to the county hospital dozens of kilometers away even if they had diarrhea. They couldn't afford the money and they might never dare to go there again. see a doctor.

The villagers are simple, but at the same time they appear dull because of their simplicity.

For example, if the child with a high fever hadn't been persuaded by Old Man Lin, his grandfather would have thought it was just a minor problem, thinking that the fever would go away on its own in a few days... The significance of Old Man Lin continuing to open a clinic is more to treat children. disease, and then when there is a real serious illness, old people who do not understand medicine are forced to seek medical treatment.

In the end, Old Lin stayed and became a "stubborn old man" in the eyes of his son and grandson, as well as an old doctor in the eyes of the villagers.

It was also after that time that Mr. Lin posted a notice: As long as there is an emergency, you can knock on the door late at night.

…

The old man in the vest took a long puff of cigarette, and the night seemed to be burned with holes. He stood silently at the door of the clinic, hesitating.

Although Mr. Lin does not object to seeking medical treatment late at night, people in the village love this doctor very much and would not bother him rashly under normal circumstances.

The old man in the vest also couldn't bear to disturb Old Lin... I heard that Old Lin's insomnia was getting worse and worse, and now he was in a deep sleep. He couldn't bear to wake Old Lin up.

Just when he was hesitating, a popping sound came from above his head.

The old man in the vest looked up, and his tired eyes saw an old man in a white coat. He held a flashlight in his hand and shone it on the child on the motorcycle. His originally calm expression immediately became anxious, and he said: "Brother Ouyang, why are you still hesitating? Hurry up and send the person in."

"Hey, hey..." The old man in the vest responded hurriedly, and he didn't even realize that the cigarette in his mouth had fallen. He hurriedly held the boy and pushed open the unlocked door of the clinic.

Snap——

Old man Lin slapped a mosquito that was about to land on the boy, and the furrowed eyebrows were like the thousands of gullies on the Loess Plateau.

He recognized the twitching boy, Xiaojie, the child of the hero's family.

The boy was very upright. Other boys in the village would come to the store next to his pharmacy to steal some snacks. They all thought that Old Man Lin couldn't see clearly, but in fact he knew it in his heart, but he was too lazy to care.

Which child didn't have a childhood of stealing their parents' pocket money?

But Xiaojie is different. He never steals anything and sometimes scolds his peers in the convenience store. In addition, he is a child without parents, which makes him suffer a lot of isolation.

"This child..." Old Man Lin felt distressed.

He reached out and touched Xiaojie's forehead. He had a fever, but it was not serious.

While shaking the mercury thermometer, Old Man Lin asked: "What happened, when did it start?"