What … what are you doing now?! "Gong Kaijie's wife's hands trembled as she held the phone.
"It's Shen Jie. He … he said that he's not getting married … I'm not doing it this time! Mom, what should I do … "The crying on the phone became louder and louder, so much so that everyone around them could hear it.
"Don't be anxious, don't be anxious …" Gong Kaijie's wife was already at a loss, but she could only continue to comfort her daughter.
The sound of crying from the other side of the phone was incessant, disturbing and distracting.
Gong Kaijie let out a long sigh and angrily slapped the bed with his good hand. "I told you that the boy is an ingrate. Now, he just … just encountered a hurdle, and he couldn't help it. He's not even married yet. I told him not to rush to get a certificate, but you just wouldn't listen …"
His wife glared at him, took the phone a little further away, and asked, "Where are you? I'll come to you later … I'll ask your aunt to go over first. Don't be anxious …"
She called again and hung up the phone. His wife walked back while wiping her tears. She was already on the verge of a breakdown.
"Don't be anxious." Gong Kaijie's heart ached when he spoke. Even though it hurt a lot, he became energetic. He gritted his teeth and said, "We still don't know what the situation is now. I'll go straight to Old Wang. I want to ask him, can the dignified Academy of Fine Arts tolerate this kind of black sheep among the teaching staff? "
"Old Wang is dead." His wife put away her phone.
"Dead … dead?" Gong Kaijie was stunned and could not help but say, "Old Wang and Old Liu were in the same car …"
"Yes. They're both dead. "
"This … no wonder …" Gong Kaijie muttered to himself, "That ingrate saw that our relationship is broken, and he still wants to distance himself from it …"
Old Wang and Old Liu were one of the few friends among Gong Kaijie's friends who were in power, especially these two people. They had helped Gong Kaijie a lot, and they had also made promises to this ingrate son-in-law.
"How did they die?" Gong Kaijie could not help but shake his head.
"Their car was in front, and they didn't wear seat belts. The moment the car accident happened, they died." Gong Kaijie's wife sighed and tightened her grip on the phone in her hand. She then turned to look at Zuo Cidian and Ling Ran before she said in a low voice, "I've done a search. The Hand Surgery Department of Yun Hua Hospital seems to be very famous. I wonder how much flexibility we can have if we let them perform the surgery."
"I can't be more meticulous than Doctor Ling," Lu Wenbin said very carefully. The Hand Surgery Department was an elite department in Yun Hua Hospital. Even though it had gone downhill due to the changing times, it was still a department that could not be easily humiliated. He really wanted to help the painter in front of him, but the most he could do was not to drag himself into the ditch.
Madam Gong could sense that Lu Wenbin's attitude had changed, but she still did not dare to make a decision immediately. This was the right hand that her husband had practiced for more than 40 years. It was the foundation for him to be able to paint, and it was also the foundation for maintaining the family.
Madam Gong hesitated again and again, and said: "Can we discuss this?"
"Of course." Lu Wenbin nodded and glanced at Ling Ran carefully. He said, "I'll say this in advance. Because of the serial car accident today, there are a lot of injured people. While you are discussing, we will first perform other surgeries. When you have the results, we will arrange the specific surgery time."
"Ah … okay." Madam Gong also looked helpless.
Gong Kaijie endured the pain, looked at Lu Wenbin, and then looked at Ling Ran. He said apologetically, "Doctor Ling, Doctor Lu, I'm really sorry. Sixty percent is really difficult. If you can recover seventy or eighty percent, I think it's still acceptable …"
"Okay." Ling Ran nodded and agreed.
Gong Kaijie was stunned. "Okay?"
"Yes, seventy percent is also possible. There's also a possibility of recovering to eighty percent," Ling Ran replied. He naturally would not waste the time standing by the bed. After thinking about it deeply, he felt that the promise of seventy to eighty percent recovery was not too much.
Gong Kaijie and his wife understood a little, but they were also a little puzzled and worried. 'This doctor doesn't look very normal.'
Ling Ran waited for ten seconds. When he saw that Gong Kaijie and his wife were still deep in thought, he nodded, returned to the treatment room, and continued to treat all kinds of minor injuries.
He still had a mission to perform some minor surgeries, which was quite interesting. If diseases were seen as opponents, Ling Ran's current behavior was obviously the kind of behavior where the more he tortured, the happier he would be.
On the other side, Gong Kaijie and his wife thought about it, and the more they thought about it, the more troubled they became.
Moreover, Gong Kaijie's hand also became more painful.
He could basically bear the pain before, so he was still calm. But when the pain reached this level, Gong Kaijie could not wait anymore.
"I can't, I can't bear it anymore." Gong Kaijie shook his head in pain.
"Are you looking for Doctor Ling for surgery?" his wife asked.
Gong Kaijie took a short breath. He was a little hesitant. He took out his phone and put it down again.
"You can ask someone. It's not good for you to make a call. I'll do it." His wife took the phone.
Gong Kaijie did not block it, but he said sadly, "Who should I call? The people I'm familiar with all came to our wedding. "
"It's not that bad." Lady Gong was lucky. She did not even have a scratch on her body. At this time, she thought quickly and said, "Boss Zhu didn't come, did he? He runs an art gallery, and his family also has connections. He definitely knows how to do it. "
"Okay, you call him." Gong Kaijie was not in a good mood. If someone were to give him an anesthetic now, he might just go straight into the operating room with a half-hearted refusal.
Lady Gong did not empathize a little, but her mood was similar. She took out her phone and dialed. She talked as she walked, and only came back after talking for a long time.
In front of the hospital bed, her daughter, who still had bridal makeup, sat a little dazedly. Next to her was a young doctor who was at a loss.
"What's wrong?" Lady Gong knew that there was a problem with one look.
"Mom …" Her daughter threw herself into Lady Gong's arms, snot and tears flowing.
"It's okay, it's okay." She touched her daughter's head, looked at the young doctor, and asked, "Is there something wrong?"
"Yes, you guys have to make a decision quickly." The young doctor said in a low voice, "Whether it's surgery or transfer, you guys have to make a decision quickly."
"We want to ask Doctor Ling to do it." Lady Gong said with certainty.
Gong Kaijie just got an injection of painkillers and slept for a while. At this time, he raised his head and asked, "Ask Doctor Ling to do it?"
"I asked around, and it is said that he is really the best doctor in the country." As Lady Gong spoke, she looked at the young doctor and handed him a red envelope. She smiled and said, "Doctor, you may also know that we are holding a wedding for our daughter today. This is an auspicious red envelope. There is no other meaning, please accept it."
The young doctor felt that it was a hot potato to refuse. In the current hospital, doctors who did not have their own office were quite taboo to accept red envelopes.
As long as Lady Gong's attitude was right, it was fine. At this time, she wiped her eyes, smiled, and said, "That … If we ask Doctor Ling to do the surgery, what do we have to prepare?"
"I'll call and ask." Although the young doctor did not accept the red envelope, his attitude was obviously better.
Lady Gong used this time to comfort Gong Kaijie in a low voice and said, "Boss Zhu heard that your hand is injured, and he has already bought a plane ticket to fly over. Also, he said that you don't have to worry. When your hand is better, he will hold an art exhibition for you. "
"Why would I hold an art exhibition?" Gong Kaijie could not help but laugh. "With this hand of mine, whether it is sixty or seventy percent, compared to those famous artists, it is equivalent to being a disabled person."
Lady Gong pursed her lips and smiled. "What Boss Zhu means is that a disabled artist is not necessarily a bad gimmick."
Gong Kaijie's expression froze. "This guy …"
"In short, you just focus on the surgery first. When your hand is better, we will think of a way." She cheered for her husband and herself.
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