Originally, he thought that Mr. Song's illness could be finally cured, but he didn't expect that there would be complications.
Song Zhi and Song Qi stood outside the glass window, looking at the old man lying in the aseptic warehouse, their expressions were not very good-looking.
"Brother, don't be too anxious. The doctor said that the complications are not too serious. Within the controllable range, as long as you get through the fifteen days and wait for the new bone marrow to grow, you will be fine." Song Qi patted Song Zhi's shoulder, comforting.
Song Zhi's eyes were circled black and blue. Not only did he have to worry about the old man not being able to survive every day, but he also had to deal with the covetous eyes of those cousins in the family. He was exhausted to a certain extent.
Squeezing between his eyebrows, Song Zhi turned his back, leaned against the glass window, and stopped looking at the ward, "I hope."
Song Qi looked at him, then said: "Otherwise, let's find Mr. Fu and show the old man."
"I have already called him, and he will come to the hospital today." When Mr. Fu was mentioned, Song Zhi's eyes lit up with hope.
Before the operation, the old man took his medicine, and his physical condition has indeed improved a lot. I only hope that the postoperative complications can also be adjusted.
Song Qi nodded, and the heaviness on her face eased a lot, "That's good."
"Um."
Not long after, Fu Cheng came to the hospital.
Song Zhi went to pick him up at the gate of the hospital in person, with a particularly respectful and polite expression. He talked to him about the current situation as he walked.
After waiting outside the ward, Song Zhi took out the old man's test sheet again.
Fu Cheng just glanced at it lightly, raised his hand and interrupted what he handed over, "It's okay, don't show me this, it's not very useful."
Seeing this, Song Zhi hurriedly put the laboratory test sheet into the medical record book again, "Okay, you want to take the pulse, and I will trouble you to come with me to change the sterile clothes and go in."
Fu Cheng hummed, with a neither salty nor dull expression, and followed Song Zhi into the ward after changing into the sterile suit.
After taking his pulse, Fu Cheng's brows twitched, but they soon relaxed again, and he didn't stay in the sterile ward for too long. After he came out, he looked at Song Zhi, and without saying a word about his physical condition, he only said: "I'll contact you when I go back to refine the medicine."
Song Zhi was well aware of Fu Cheng's aloof temperament, and he was relieved to hear him say that. He wisely didn't ask further: "Okay, then I'll wait for your good news."
Fu Cheng nodded, and went downstairs by himself without letting Song Zhi see him off.
Seeing this, Song Qi, who was waiting beside her, couldn't help but sigh: "The people in the Pharmacist Association are really high-powered, and it seems like a waste of saliva to say one more word."
Song Zhi looked at the direction where Fu Cheng had left, and after looking away, he expressed understanding and said: "This is a person with ability."
Those who have no ability are doomed to grovel.
**
After Fu Cheng left the hospital, he returned directly to the Pharmacist Association, and then went to the Association's Library Pavilion.
After looking through the classics in Zangshu Pavilion, I screened out a few prescriptions and recorded them before leaving.
Regarding the current physical condition of Old Master Song, Fu Cheng was actually not too sure. After thinking about it, he went to find his master.
His master is the vice president of the association.
After listening to Fu Cheng's words, the vice president still held a few prescriptions he had recorded with his fingertips, glanced at them, and said lightly: "The complications after bone marrow transplantation are mostly caused by the low immunity during bone marrow reconstruction. Zhi, all of your prescriptions are fine, and there will be no problem."
(end of this chapter)