Yu Qinglian sat on a chair in the hospital corridor and sobbed.
She resented why she had to leave Donghai City and go to the capital. She knew that the old man was in poor health, so why didn't she stay closer to home and take better care of him
If even her father left, she would be left with no relatives in the world.
“Woo woo…”
Just when Qinglian was most desperate and powerless, a hand fell on her shoulder.
The strong hand instantly calmed her heart.
Yu Qinglian saw a familiar face in her tearful eyes.
Lin Yiru had a blank expression on his face, like a statue, but his eyes were sharp and confident. He smiled and said, "Don't cry. It's just a brain tumor. It's nothing."
"Brother Lin, brain tumors are a difficult problem in the world's medical community. Even the best doctors at the best cancer hospital in China have given me no hope. My dad..."
Lin Yi floated away, leaving behind a sentence: "Don't worry, he won't die, the King of Hell dare not take him."
The next second, Yu Qinglian saw Lin Yi actually broke into the operating room.
"Brother Lin, you can't go in there."
Yu Qinglian exclaimed, Lin Yi's figure had disappeared in the operating room.
The doctors were busy in the operating room. The overhead lights shone on their solemn faces. No one held any hope and it was just a last try.
In fact, in their hearts they think this person is dead.
"Go away, I'll do it."
An abrupt voice sounded, and everyone looked sideways, realizing that a young man had appeared in the operating room without them noticing. He was not wearing sterile clothes and seemed not to have been disinfected, but he had just barged into the operating room so rashly.
"Who are you?" Director Jia asked.
At this time, two nurses rushed in and said that they could not stop the man.
"I'm his son." Lin Yi walked to the bedside and saw the doctor performing a craniotomy. His eyes fell on the old man's bald head and he couldn't help grinning. Then, he stared deeply and solemnly at the wrinkles on Fugui's face.
"You lunatic, I can understand your feelings, but what you are doing now is no different from murder." Director Jia said angrily.
"Really? I understand your feelings, but you don't understand who I am." Lin Yi said, and an invisible force of energy pushed the doctors around him several meters away.
Many doctors were speechless when they saw all the scalpels and other instruments neatly displayed in the air.
"open!"
With a clear shout, Lin Yi easily opened Grandpa Yu's skull without using a craniotomy drill. A small piece of bloody skull was suspended steadily in the air, and even the blood drops stuck to it could not fall from the air.
In a short time, Lin Yi just waved his hand, and four trapezoidal skulls all came out.
Seeing this, many doctors were speechless.
"Although I don't know what you are doing, you haven't even looked at the patient's brain MRI. Do you know where his tumor is?" Director Jia asked.
Lin Yi grinned and chuckled: "I don't need to see those things."
As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Yi lifted his fingers lightly, and Mr. Yu's skull was lifted up, revealing the brain tissue underneath.
A scalpel stabbed forward like flying.
Many doctors felt a chill down their spines when they saw this.
This is not a cure, this is murder.
However, the next second the scalpel suddenly stopped, and the old man's dura mater was cut open like lightning.
Soon, Mr. Yu’s brain swelling appeared in front of Lin Yi.
With a swipe of the knife, a bloody tumor separated from the brain and slowly fell into the tray.