At this moment, the old man sitting in the driver's seat was about to cry.
When he saw that the visitor was Jiang Beiyuan, the old man finally showed his long-lost smile.
"Young man, I... I need to pee..."
"Feel sorry."
Jiang Beiyuan felt extremely guilty and did not explain to Yan Nian what was going on. He quickly took the old man out of the car and let him go to the bathroom. He then pushed the wheelchair over and put the old man away.
"Really sorry."
He squatted half-crouched and looked at her, this time with a very correct attitude.
The old man waved his hand and put this face in front of him. Stunning beauty was his asset. The old man said magnanimously: "Forget it, who made you look like the monitor of my art troupe? I won't argue with you today!"
"Thanks."
For the first time, Jiang Beiyuan felt that being handsome was a good thing. At least he would have a gold medal to avoid death wherever he went.
"Dr. Jiang, Dr. Jiang!!!"
A middle-aged man with a sloppy beard suddenly ran towards Jiangbeiyuan.
There were several little nurses following behind.
The little nurse didn't stop him, and the man knelt down in front of Jiang Beiyuan with a "plop!"
"Dr. Jiang, please, please save my mother. My mother is dying, please!"
"Dr. Jiang, I'm sorry. The doctor in charge of this family member's mother is Dr. Zhao."
The little nurse in the back kept apologizing to Jiang Beiyuan, for fear of making him unhappy.
The man didn't care, and directly hugged one of Jiangbeiyuan's thighs as he burst into tears.
"I heard that you have the best medical skills at the Central Hospital. My mother's condition is really serious, and you are the only one who can perform surgery!"
Jiang Beiyuan pursed his lips tightly and gently pulled them away.
The man thought he was rejecting him, and just wanted to crawl over again—
"Which ward is it in?"
“…”
The man was stunned.
The little nurse was also stunned.
Jiangbeiyuan is preparing to take orders
After reacting, the man pointed to the end of the first floor, "My mother is right in front!"
Jiangbeiyuan walked to the ward without saying a word.
Lying on the bed was an old lady with gray hair, attached to a ventilator, breathing hard.
Eyes facing each other.
The old lady suddenly became a little excited.
"It's you... young man..."
Jiang Beiyuan strode forward and stared at the old man condescendingly.
What a wonderful fate, it turned out to be the kind old lady who gave Yan Nian 100 yuan and a pair of slippers after he and Yan Nian had a fight that day.
Everything seems destined.
All good will be redeemed.
Jiang Beiyuan nodded at him, and his voice suddenly became as gentle as jade, "Grandma, don't be afraid, I'll check the situation for you first."
The old man nodded with difficulty, his dim eyes moved, his face was bloodless and his breathing was still difficult.
The man who just knelt in front of Jiang Beiyuan was a little stunned, "Doctor Jiang, do you know my mother?"
Jiangbeiyuan hummed.
He doesn't talk much, but there is a very soft place in his heart.
"Your mother is a kind person and I owe her a favor."
After saying that, he put on the stethoscope, squatted down to listen to the old man's heart and lungs, and ordered the nurse to bring special instruments to check the old man.
…
"Your mother's vascular disease is very serious, and the circumflex artery is 90% blocked."
Jiang Beiyuan put his hands in his pants pockets and said to the old lady's son.
He was obviously not wearing a white coat, but his movements were already exaggerated with the smell of disinfectant.
As he said before, a doctor is kind-hearted. As long as he has a doctor in his heart, he is still a doctor whether he wears a white coat or not.
"Now what?!"
The old lady's son was very anxious.
Jiang Beiyuan frowned and his expression became solemn and serious, "It is best to perform heart bypass surgery within 12 hours, and only bypass surgery."
"No, no, no, I won't do surgery!"
The old lady on the bed became even more excited than before, struggling to sit up from the bed.
"Mom, we have to do surgery!" The man was in great pain and held the old man's trembling right hand hard.
"No... No surgery... Son, your mother and I are getting old, and I won't be able to live much longer... Spending so much money on surgery is just a drag on you..."
The old lady suddenly became tearful.
"Forget it...forget it...don't worry about me...just let me die happily. I'm content with living until now..."
"Mom, why do you want me to watch you die?"
The man buried his head in the old man's hands and cried bitterly.
Jiang Beiyuan, who was silent, suddenly stepped forward and held the old man's other hand.
His palm was dry and generous, as warm as the savior, like a ray of light.
A glowing light that can break through thorns.
"Do you believe me?" Jiang Beiyuan said every word with a mellow voice.
(End of chapter)