The Special Forces King In The Mountain Village

Chapter Two Hundred and Fifty-Nine Deterioration

Tianguang City, at the entrance of the People's Hospital.

In the season of late autumn and winter, the sun is still quite bright and does not appear to be hot, but the kind of warmth that shines on people, just like a gentle girl touching you gently, affectionately.

There is a constant flow of cars coming and going at the entrance of the hospital. As a Grade A hospital in this city, the People’s Hospital attracts countless people every day. In addition, the patients’ relatives and friends are even more congested. There are all kinds of cars parked at the entrance. Hard to go.

Song Mei led the lunch box slowly and walked into the hospital step by step. She was old, but her body was good and her spirit was quite good. She walked very steadily, without the lingering twilight of other old people. sense.

"Old Jiang waited anxiously."

Song Mei smiled, thinking that her husband was filled with a sense of plain and ordinary happiness. She and Lao Jiang had an arranged marriage back then. When they first met, they did not dare to talk. Later, they only dared to get acquainted with each other. Handle, you can say that young people nowadays are as pure as a child.

In terms of emotions, Jiang Jianjun is a very shy and reserved person. He doesn't know how to express himself. If it weren't for an arranged marriage at the beginning, but now the big girl is facing such a wood, she is sure to leave.

Of course, there have been so many romantic times, just like when two people were married on their 20th anniversary, Lao Jiang didn't know where to learn a set, and sold a bouquet of roses to her, not to mention how surprising it was.

Another time when she was celebrating her birthday, no one went home alone. When she got a call and went out, she found that Lao Jiang didn’t know where to make a band and sang her birthday song. That event cost them 2 Monthly salary, distressed and happy.

Thinking of these things, Song Mei smiled at the corner of her mouth. Those deep memories were as if they were in front of her eyes, and she could touch them with her hand.

In the past few days, I don’t know why Lao Jiang suddenly opened his mouth, and said something nice to please her. She was already an elderly person, and she was so shameless that Song Mei was a little speechless, but she was very happy in her heart. .

"Mother, did you bring food for the teacher?"

Luo Junzhe just came out from the outpatient department, holding some documents, and seeing Song Mei hurriedly trot over: "I'll get it for you."

"It doesn't matter, I can handle this." Song Mei blocked Luo Junzhe's hand. "I don't know what's wrong with Fan Jiang in the past two days. I always let me cook for him. I used to hate me. What about cooking."

Luo Junzhe's face became stiff, and he hurriedly took his mouth, showing a smile, and said: "Mother, your cooking skills are good, I haven't eaten it for a long time, and I feel a little greedy when I think of this."

Song Mei heard Luo Junzhe praise her good craftsmanship, with a happy smile on her face, and said: "Junzhe is sweet to your kid, okay, I will make one for you tomorrow."

Luo Junzhe nodded, but felt quite uncomfortable in his heart. His mother didn't know Jiang Jianjun's condition, so she could only pray in her heart that one day would be a day.

The two entered the inpatient department and took the elevator to the sixth floor. There were very few people in the corridor. They probably went to lunch. When they passed the service desk, Luo Junzhe greeted the head nurse and chased Song Mei to the ward.

In the ward, Jiang Jianjun was looking at the newspaper, and when he heard someone coming in, he looked up and smiled: "Here, I have been waiting for a long time."

Song Mei took the lunch box and walked to Jiang Jianjun’s bed, put it on the coffee table, and then began to open the lid of the box. There were two layers inside. One layer was for rice and the other was for vegetables. After opening it, I found that the box was for vegetables. There are several grids for different dishes. Today’s main dish is Lion Ball, which Lao Jiang likes the most.

Song Mei separated the two layers of lunch boxes, took out a pair of chopsticks, and said, "Old Jiang, don't waste it today. It took me a lot of time to sit on this lion ball."

Jiang Jianjun put down the newspaper, smiled and nodded. He opened his mouth and suddenly wanted to say something. Suddenly, there was a hot sensation in his legs, followed by a sharp pain, which almost made his eyes black, and a burst of angina in his heart made him feel bad. His complexion turned pale, leaving cold sweat almost immediately.

"Well……"

Jiang Jianjun clutched his chest, opened his mouth and tried to say something, but he couldn't make any sound. He leaned back and closed his eyes and fainted.

"Old Jiang..."

Song Mei turned around with the lunch box and chopsticks, and just wanted to ask Jiang Jianjun to eat. Seeing Jiang Jianjun's appearance, she was shocked and couldn't say a word.

Luo Junzhe just walked into the ward. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Jiang Jianjun fainted, and his face was pale as if there was no blood, with a look of fear on his face, and he yelled for the teacher.

A few minutes later, the sixth floor of the inpatient department began to become chaotic. Doctors and nurses kept running around, and the alarm was harsh.

Many people poked their heads out of the ward, talking about not knowing who was critically ill.

...

Zhao Xingguo walked into the conference room with a few doctors. Several doctors were discussing loudly, and when he saw Zhao Xingguo about to walk in, he hurriedly got up.

"No, continue the discussion."

Zhao Xingguo waved his hand and took the others to sit down first.

Other doctors continued to talk about the patient's condition: "The tumor has suddenly deteriorated and the condition is quite serious. If no surgery is performed, the cancer cells will spread throughout the body."

"Even if surgery is not possible, the tissue adhesion is too serious, and the hyperplastic tissue is very close to the artery, and it is impossible to perform a separation operation unless the leg is amputated."

Zhao Xingguo knocked on the table: "It is impossible to amputate, Lao Jiang is a soldier. He told me before that if he is disabled, it is better to let him die like this."

"Dean, although it is important to respect the opinions of patients, it is a matter of life and death."

"It is still recommended to treat conservatively."

Other doctors discussed.

Deputy Dean Li Tao also said: "Yes Dean, amputation can save President Jiang's life, and if the separation operation is used, it will have a great impact on our hospital if it fails, and no one can bear this responsibility!"

Zhao Xingguo closed his eyes.

He also knew that this incident would have a very big impact. Jiang Jianjun is the president of Tianguang University and he is highly respected. If the operation fails, it will have an irreparable blow to the reputation of the People's Hospital.

But Jiang Jianjun's own wishes are not willing to accept the treatment of amputation.

Zhao Xingguo opened his eyes and said, "What is the intention of the patient's family?"

The doctors stopped discussing, looked at each other and didn't speak.

Zhao Xingguo sighed, got up and walked out quickly to talk to Song Mei.

Ten minutes later.

The hospital decided to perform a separation operation on Jiang Jianjun’s condition, and during the operation, a second team was on standby at any time. If the situation is not right, he will immediately prepare for amputation.

Surprisingly, the surgeon in charge of the operation was Zhao Xingguo.