Two days later, Zheng Ren went to the ICU to take Little Stone out.
The benefits of a surgery completion rate of more than 100% were evident. Little Stone recovered quickly, even faster than Zheng Ren had expected.
"Brother, my speech is much better now." Although Little Stone had been on a ventilator for a few days, his vocal cords were fine after the tube was removed. He spoke clearly and without the hoarseness from before.
Without the tumor pressure, his symptoms seemed to be better.
"Of course, I'm the best surgeon in the world. You have to have confidence," Zheng Ren said with a smile.
"Okay, I'll rest well. What's the next step?" Little Stone asked.
"We'll talk about it when you recover. Don't think too much about it. You're the patient, so you have to recover well and cooperate with my treatment. As for me, I'll work hard to come up with a plan. We'll do our own things. Let's work hard together and strive for the best outcome, "Zheng Ren said with a smile.
He did not tell Little Stone what to do in case the child's imagination ran wild.
Wen Xiaonuan held Little Stone's hand along the way. She was a little choked up, but her face was full of joy.
Coming out of the ICU alive meant that the surgery was a success. Little Stone could live for at least two to three months.
What was there to be dissatisfied with?
Back in the ward, Zheng Ren exchanged a few words with Little Stone before his phone rang.
He took out his phone and suddenly frowned.
"I'll go back first," Zheng Ren said.
"Brother, come visit me when you have time." Little Stone was lying on the bed, slightly tired.
Zheng Ren nodded and walked out with his phone.
Su Yun saw that his boss's expression was a little strange, so he curiously looked at the caller ID.
"Hello, Master Yan." Zheng Ren walked out of the ward and answered the call.
"Uh … Can you say that again?"
Then, Zheng Ren fell into a long silence.
A faint voice came from the other side of the phone. Su Yun pricked up his ears like a rabbit but could not clearly hear what Master Yan was saying to his boss.
"No." Zheng Ren paused for more than ten seconds before saying firmly, "I'm just a doctor. What you said is beyond my understanding. I'm sorry."
"I have something to do here. Talk to you another day."
With that, Zheng Ren hung up without hesitation.
"Boss, what's the matter? Why did you reject me so decisively?" Su Yun asked curiously.
Zheng Ren did not say a word. His brows were furrowed and his head was slightly lowered as he strode out of the VIP ward.
"Master Yan's son is going to give us a technique soon. If we can offend him lightly, we should. Otherwise, our wallets will suffer," Su Yun continued.
"It's different," Zheng Ren said. "Master Yan said …"
Su Yun looked at him contemptuously and sneered, "You've learned to keep me guessing. What did Master Yan say?"
"Master Yan said that one of his junior brothers … wants me to protect him."
"What?"
"Protector, he said he's going to undergo tribulation."
"Holy sh * t! Boss, you're awesome! "
…
…
Master Yan sat in front of a square table. There was a piece of yellowed paper on the table. The words on the paper were like dancing dragons and dancing phoenixes.
There were several pages on the paper. On the page in front of him, it was written — Heaven and Earth can last for a long time, because it doesn't give birth to itself, it can live forever. Therefore, the body of a Saint is before the body, and the body exists outside the body.
The handwriting was simple and elegant, but it was slightly messy.
This was a sentence from the Tao Te Ching. Master Yan looked at it in a daze, his mind wandering.
"Master, what are you looking at?" The young man next to Master Yan saw that he hung up the phone and refused to speak for a long time, so he asked.
"Huh?"
"What are you thinking about?" The young man's tone changed slightly, but it was still the same.
"Your junior uncle said he's going to undergo tribulation. I'm thinking about whether or not to switch it off now. I'm afraid he's encountered a demon in his heart. I'll think about this secret method again, "Master Yan said softly, his eyes faintly flashing with seven-colored light.
"It's really tribulation! I thought you and Boss Zheng were just joking. "The young man suddenly became excited.
"I don't think it's possible. With my talent, I can't even touch the threshold of tribulation. Your junior uncle … It can't be, it can't be." Master Yan shook his head repeatedly.
"Why not?"
"He's an ordinary person. His father and your grandmaster are fellow disciples. Once … In short, he passed away. Your Grandmaster will take him in as a disciple to fulfill our brotherhood. "
"When he entered the sect, he didn't have any talent. No matter how you look at it, he was an ordinary person. He couldn't even learn the most basic martial arts." Master Yan sighed. "He didn't seem to think so. He worked harder than anyone else, but in the end, he still couldn't do it. Let's put it this way. When he cultivated in seclusion, his realm was lower than yours. "
"I originally wanted him to follow the path of your senior brother. He was talented, but after graduating from Cambridge, he had to go back to the mountain to cultivate no matter what. Alas, it's all fate. "
The young man clicked his tongue.
"What cultivation method does Master Yan practice?"
"Here." Master Yan's eyes fell on the paper in front of him and said, "The Way of the Sage, after the body, before the body, outside the body."
"…"
"Simply put, it's the Way of Refinement," Master Yan said, "If you say your junior uncle has no talent, he's very fast on the Way of Refinement. But if you say he has talent … Alas, I don't understand. "
As he spoke, Master Yan shook his head and looked at the letter, his mind wandering again.
"Master, how to refine? Refine what? "
"Uh … When he was young, he practiced martial arts and tempered his body too hard, resulting in a fracture. Nineteen … twenty … That was twenty-one years ago. Ordinary people don't have a foundation, so the mountain tiger medicine can't be used at all, so I carried him to the hospital. "
"Hospital, Master, you also went to the hospital."
"You can't be biased. You don't even understand this?"
"Yes, yes, Master, please continue." The young man was curious.
"The doctor performed surgery on your junior uncle. After the surgery, your junior uncle seemed to understand something, and began to flip through ancient books to learn the Way of Refinement."
"Five years later, he said he had a small success in the Way of Refinement and reached the realm of External Body. I did a divination, but I didn't see anything strange on him. "
"At that time, your junior uncle took me to the hospital for a review. That was the last time he went to the hospital. He checked the X-ray and found that the nail was still there, but the steel needle connected to the bone was gone. "
"Gone?!" The young man was surprised.
"Yes, it was indeed gone. The doctor was also surprised. He was going to take out the internal fixation, but even the steel needle was gone, so he didn't do the surgery. At that time, your junior uncle told me that the steel needle was refined by him. "
"…"
The young man was speechless.
"Later, I went back to ask the doctor, and the man told me that he didn't know where the steel needle went. When I came back, I flipped through ancient books, and there was a method to refine external objects from the inside out. "Master Yan said softly," But your junior uncle's talent … This is impossible. "
"Master, should I ask Master Song for a divination?" The young man's eyes flashed, and he was very angry. If he could refine everything in the world from the inside out, would he refine himself first?
"Master Song, Master Song." Master Yan was a little hesitant.
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