Many of them had long been forgotten and were not important, but he did not know why he would think of them at this moment.
"Boss, it's done."
"Okay," Zheng Ren answered casually as he looked at the radiographic films.
After a short conversation, he went to disinfect and put on a sterile suit.
"Zou Jiahua, right?" the cheerful girl came to his side and asked softly.
"I am." Zou Jiahua was even more absent-minded.
How many years had it been since someone called him by his name? Was he Zou Jiahua? Then who was Zou Jiahua?
This kind of philosophical question, an unsolvable philosophical question, suddenly appeared in his mind.
"I'm going to turn on the lights. Close your eyes for a while," the girl said.
Zou Jiahua wanted to smile to show that he was calm. However, the muscles on his face were stiff like rocks. He did not move at all.
He was nervous, especially nervous. Zou Jiahua was far from being as calm and collected as he had imagined.
"It's okay. Turn on the lights," Zou Jiahua said expressionlessly. He turned his head slightly and did not look at the shadowless lamp above his head.
"Oh, okay. Then be careful. Don't be scared, "the girl said.
At the same time, the shadowless lamp was turned on.
Although he had already turned his head, he still subconsciously closed his eyes.
A white light flashed in front of him. It was as if he saw heaven, bliss, flowers blooming, and freedom.
If only he could be so peaceful and happy after he died.
Zou Jiahua thought absent-mindedly.
Ever since the shadowless lamp was turned on, Zou Jiahua had fallen into a strange state. He did not dare to sleep. His desire to survive desperately supported him to stay awake.
However, after struggling for dozens of hours and dying three times in a row, he was physically and mentally exhausted.
He hoped that this was the true holy light. He could be purified by this holy light. The black magic, curses, or parasites in his body would be eliminated.
The left side of his neck felt slightly cold. Zou Jiahua heard Zheng Ren speak. It seemed to be telling him not to move.
"Doctor Zheng, were you nervous when you performed the surgery on Dr. Mehar?" Zou Jiahua still wanted to say something to prevent himself from falling asleep unknowingly.
The desire and fear for sleep intertwined, causing Zou Jiahua to fall into a dilemma.
"Dr. Mehar, the surgery is quite difficult, but there's no need to be nervous," Zheng Ren said. "It's just a surgery, and it went very smoothly."
Zheng Ren answered perfunctorily. His words were a little incoherent. Obviously, he had not thought it through.
"I saw the information. It said that you were nominated for the Nobel Prize this year. Is it possible for you to get it?" Zou Jiahua randomly tried to find a topic to talk about.
"Yiren, turn on the pacemaker. You can go out. I have to step on the line," Zheng Ren said.
"Okay," Xie Yiren answered crisply.
"Is the X-ray radiation damaging to the body?" Zou Jiahua continued to look for topics to talk about. He felt like his brain was starting to go numb. It was as if the curse, the black magic, and the parasite were about to explode again.
And this time, he would die.
No one answered his question.
Normally, Zou Jiahua would be furious. Who dared to give him the cold shoulder?!
However, now that he was lying on the operating table of the Imperial Capital Hospital, the unfamiliar and cold operating table seemed to be telling him the true meaning of life.
Zou Jiahua was stunned. After a moment of silence, he asked, "Doctor Zheng, doesn't the surgery require general anesthesia? Will I feel any pain? "
"The surgery is over. Are you in pain?"
The hand … surgery … was over?
Zou Jiahua was stunned.
He felt a chill on his neck. Then, he smelled a little blood. It was not very strong, but it was there. He could even imagine the blood splashing out from the carotid artery on his neck. It carried vitality and the smell of blood.
"Do you all joke so casually when you treat patients? To be honest, this joke isn't funny, "Zou Jiahua said coldly.
He was already starting to be unhappy.
He, who was extremely shrewd, rarely expressed his unhappy emotions so clearly.
"Do you want to lie here and sleep?" Su Yun's voice was so ear-piercing in Zou Jiahua's ears.
Young people were arrogant and despotic. They were simply too presumptuous, Zou Jiahua thought to himself.
"Use the stretcher trolley to push it back," Zheng Ren suddenly said. "Actually, you can walk back, but you still have to pay attention."
Pay attention … He finally heard this word, but why did it feel wrong?
How long had it been since the shadowless lamp was turned on?
Ten minutes? Probably not.
Five minutes?
Three minutes?
All the suppressed negative emotions in Zou Jiahua's heart exploded in an instant.
However, lying on the operating table, the feeling of being at the mercy of others made him suppress his negative emotions.
'I'll definitely teach you a lesson when I get back!' Zou Jiahua thought to himself.
The healthcare team was just an ancient imperial hospital. Did they really think they could not touch a junior doctor?
It was just that it was not necessary. The healthcare team was not a gold medal that could save lives.
He had thought he would receive the best treatment, but he had been deceived. What could a few minutes do?!
Although Zou Jiahua was not a doctor, it was a matter of life and death. He had already understood the entire process of the pacemaker implantation surgery, as well as the various complications and postoperative precautions.
His healthcare doctor, Lin Yuansheng, had said that the surgery with a pacemaker implantation was not a big deal, but it would take at least an hour.
Moreover, the new pacemaker was charged with bioelectricity. He had not even familiarized himself with the pacemaker before putting it in.
This was … too much!
Zou Jiahua was already angry, but because he was lying on the operating table, he suppressed the anger in his heart and waited until he was out of the operating room.
It was never too late for a gentleman to take revenge!
"Move yourself onto the stretcher trolley," Su Yun said.
"Let's carry Mr. Zou over," Lin Yuansheng said softly. His voice was very soft and did not have much strength.
"No need. We can walk back. Just move yourself." Su Yun waved his hand. "Come and take your Mr. Zou back. There's nothing else."
Zou Jiahua had never been so despised!
He glanced at the stretcher trolley beside him. The bedding on it was so simple. In his opinion, everything here looked like something taken out of the slums.
He stubbornly moved over. Zou Jiahua lay on the stretcher trolley and was pushed away.
After leaving the operating room and breathing the outside air, Zou Jiahua felt a little better.
Zou Yu asked, but he could not be bothered to answer. He thought that the surgery had probably failed, but what should he do next?
There had been no clues in Nanyang for so many years. No matter how much he spent, he could not find a master who could solve it.
He felt a little sad.
Was his life going to end now?
Returning to the special ward, Zou Jiahua lay on the bed and felt very tired.
His heart was tired, and so was his body.
He really wanted to sleep, but once he lay down, would he be able to get up and see the sun the next day?
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