Never Meeting Again In Our Next Life

Song Yan was left speechless for a moment, then he thought, now, Xia Lin can clearly see his little thoughts, if he can't cover it, it's better to just smash the jar.

He leaned towards Xia Lin, lowered his voice and said: "If you want to know the strategy, how about following me to experience it yourself?"

Xia Lin choked. Originally, he just wanted to tease Song Yan, but he underestimated Song Yan's thickness, and was defeated by the other party instead.

At that moment, he stretched out his hand to resist the opponent's approaching trend, and said angrily: "Come on, I'm not interested in playing with you.""

"Xia Lin, what are you afraid of?" Song Yan didn't move at all, his eyes were firmly locked on Xia Lin's lips, and there was a hint of demagogy in his voice.

It seemed as if a kiss was about to come in the next moment.

But at this moment, Xia Lin's cell phone rang suddenly, and the caller showed Ke Mei's name.

Such a happy rescue made Xia Lin feel an unprecedented intimacy with Ke Mei. He immediately pressed the answer button and said, "Teacher Ke, what's the matter?"

"I told you not to call me teacher again." Ke Mei pretended to complain angrily.

Xia Lin smiled and changed his words: "Okay, Ke Mei."

This "Ke Mei" yell was a bit crisp, which immediately aroused Song Yan's vigilance. He leaned over to listen to what was being said on the phone, but Xia Lin got up first and avoided it.

After a while, Xia Lin hung up the phone and said to Song Yan, "I'm sorry, I wanted to treat you to lunch, but my supervisor has temporarily arranged a very important operation. I told him that I really want to go and observe it." One—how about I treat you to dinner another day?"

Song Yan's face was a little unhappy, and he asked, "The mentor you mentioned is the one who sent you back last night?"

"Are you really just a teacher-student relationship with him?"

"Then why are you whispering so intimately in the car?"

Xia Lin looked a little displeased: "Song Yan, are you questioning me now?"

Song Yan was startled, and hurriedly argued: "No."

"I explained my relationship with him because I respect you. But if you don't trust me, it doesn't matter, just treat it as me lying to you!"

After Xia Lin finished speaking, he turned and left.

Song Yan hurriedly caught up and said, "Xia Lin, you misunderstood me. It's not that I don't trust you. I'm just... well, I admit that I'm a little jealous, but don't be angry. If you're in a hurry, I'll drive you off. ?”

"No need, the affiliated hospital is not far from here, just a few steps away. Go back!"

"Xia Lin one by one" Song Yan wanted to say something, but Xia Lin didn't have the patience to talk nonsense with him, and left in a hurry without looking back.

In fact, Xia Lin also knew Ke Mei's patient.

On Xia Lin's first day as a neurosurgery trainee, he saw his case - an advanced intracranial tumor, which was very similar to his previous life.

It's just that the patient obeyed his family's arrangement and decided to take conservative treatment for a period of time.This is not because they have much confidence in conservative treatment, but the helpless choice they made after being told that the risk of surgical resection is too high.

But now, the patient offered to have an operation, presumably because he couldn't bear the physical and psychological torture caused by the conservative treatment day after day, so he decided to risk his life to fight for his future Lively.

When Xia Lin arrived at the hospital, Ke Mei had already changed her clothes and was about to enter the operating room.

Xia Lin only had time to ask: "What is the approximate success rate?"

"30.00%." ​​Ke Mei sighed, turned and walked in.

Several family members of the patients stood guard outside the operating room, and they were all very silent. They had already signed the family notification letter, and they knew exactly what kind of risks they were about to face.

Xia Lin walked into another surgery observation room. Two interns from the same period were already waiting there. Seeing Xia Lin coming in, the three of them greeted each other and chatted a few words about the technical difficulties of this operation. Then I just stared at the screen intently.

What was displayed on the screen was the live recording of Ke Mei's operating room.

At this time, several nurses had already made full preoperative preparations. Ke Mei stood in the position of the chief surgeon fully armed. Her face was covered by a mask, and she couldn't see any expression. The only pair of eyes exposed outside. , quiet and dignified.

He stretched out his palm and caught a scalpel handed over by the nurse beside him.