The old doctor quickly took the note and repeated it in his own words according to what was written on it. However, he repeatedly emphasized that this was what they thought of together to study the medical records, and he never mentioned the fortune teller's matter.

Director Gao fell into deep thought on the other side of the phone and said for a long time: "What is the attitude of the patient's family when undergoing surgery?"

"Well..., the patient's family has been asking for surgery. I just came to Director Zhang to report that even if her husband died on the operating table, he would ask for surgery."

"Since this is the case, then check the caesarean section. However, you must explain the risk of the surgery clearly to the family and let the family sign it."

The old doctor quickly agreed and deducted the phone number. He quickly ordered to find Director Zhang.

Director Zhang used the excuse to go to the rounds, but in fact he was trying to hide from Aunt Tian. After searching for a long time, he found him in the garden below.

The old doctor made up a lie and said that the patient's family might have found Director Gao and asked for surgery. Director Gao agreed and immediately performed surgery to check whether there was a misdiagnosis.

Director Zhang was a little unhappy and snorted, "This is very irresponsible! - Since he said he wanted to drive, then drive it!"

"Who has the surgery?"

"Of course it's me. I'm the attending doctor of the patient! Who can I blame him? But you have to testify to me, because his surname Gao did this. If I really want to pursue it in the future, I will not be responsible!"

Director Zhang said angrily, and quickly returned to the oncology ward and ordered the operation to be prepared.

When Director Zhang put the surgery consent on Aunt Tian with a penis face, he repeatedly told her about the serious consequences of the operation, emphasizing that her husband would probably die on it when he was on the operating table, Aunt Tian still signed without hesitation. This was the last life-saving straw, and she had no choice.

The nurse pushed the unconscious Aunt Tian’s husband Zhuo Daqi into the operating room. The lights in the operating room were on, and Aunt Tian was standing outside the operating table and waiting anxiously. Her parents-in-law were also together, and they were extremely anxious. This was their last hope. They were really afraid that the doctor would come out and say, "I'm sorry, we have tried our best." Then they would collapse outside the operating table.

I don’t know how long it took, but the lights in the operating room went out.

After a while, the door was pushed open, and several nurses pushed the patient out. There were also large and small infusion bottles hanging on the cart. The infusion tube extended all the way to the patient's quilt. In the observation window of the infusion tube, the liquid was slowly dripping down.

Seeing this scene, Aunt Tian suddenly felt hope in her heart. - If her husband dies, there is no need to have another infusion. Now it proves that her husband is still alive!

The huge joy filled her heart. She cried out with joy, rushed over to hold the cart, and saw her husband's thin face and half-open eyes.

"His dad! Can you hear me?"

Her husband Zhuo Daqi didn't know whether he heard it or subconsciously moved, and his eyes blinked slightly.

The nurse beside him smiled and said, "The operation is very successful. Don't worry, the patient needs rest. Don't disturb him first. He will wake up completely until tomorrow morning and need to be accompanied all night tonight."

"Okay, OK, thank you doctor, thank you doctor!"

Aunt Tian kept thanking her while wiping her tears, regardless of whether she was facing the nurse, and she did not see the doctor who had the surgery coming out.

When Aunt Tian accompanied her husband back to the intensive care unit, she walked out of the operating room and got tired. The surgeon Dr. Zhang, anesthesiologist and several operating room nurses were out of the operating room.

Dr. Zhang walked to the door, stopped, slowly looked up at the ceiling, took a strong breath, and slowly vomited out.

After learning that the operation had been completed, the old doctors and several others in the doctor's office quickly walked to the door of the operating table. When they saw Dr. Zhang who was stunned, they asked nervously: "How is it? I heard from the nurse that the operation was very successful. What's going on? Could it be that it is really...?"

Director Zhang nodded heavily, then sighed and said, "No cancerous tumor was found. It was just bleeding from the duodenal ulcer. Alas! We did misdiagnose..."

Director Zhang got much older and returned to the office with heavy steps. Several other doctors followed behind him, but no one dared to speak.

The doctor's office was quiet. After a long time, Director Zhang seemed to suddenly remember something and asked, "Where is that note? Where is it?"

The old doctor quickly took out the note and handed it to him.

Director Zhang read it several times before slowly putting the notes on the table. He sighed again and shook his head and said, "It's right, the fortune teller is right! Fortunately, Director Gao agreed to the operation, otherwise the patient would die of excessive blood loss, and then my sin would be great."

"You can't blame you, Director Zhang. Even the doctors in the capital have misdiagnosed it. If you want to blame, we can only blame our medical technology for not being advanced enough. It is these instruments that deceived our eyes."

"We can't say that instruments are dead, people live. We actually believe in dead things too much and do not believe in our own heads. In fact, if we don't have these instruments, rely on our own brains to think about it. If the patient has severe anemia symptoms, he should think about the real cause. Alas! After the operation, I have been repeatedly reviewing myself..."

As soon as he said this, a person came in outside the door. It was Aunt Tian, ​​with tears on her face. She first bowed to Dr. Zhang to express her gratitude, and then asked: "Doctor Zhang, is my husband cancer?"

Director Zhang smiled bitterly and shook his head: "It's not cancer. The fortune teller you hired is right. Your husband has a duodenal ulcer bleeding. I have undergone the corresponding surgery and your husband will recover soon."

Aunt Tian grinned and kept saying thank you.

Director Zhang looked at her: "The person who guided you is really a fortune teller?"

"Yes, yes, he is a young fortune teller, wearing sunglasses and a suit. He also wants to rent a store in my store, probably to open a fortune teller!"

Aunt Tian seemed to be quite proud of knowing such a fortune teller with magical powers, and was very fortunate that she could get the guidance of this master at her husband's most critical moment.

After hearing Aunt Tian's words, Director Zhang subconsciously had an impulse to visit this magical fortune teller and express his gratitude. However, he quickly gave up this idea. Although he was curious about how this fortune teller calculated such an accurate medical problem, as he had received a deputy director of the oncology department of the provincial hospital with a formal higher education, he asked for advice from a fortune teller indifferently. If it spread, it would become a big joke.

So he shook his head, sighed again, and still sighed in his heart: Masters are among the people!

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After Xiao Ying came out of Aunt Tian’s snail snack shop, he still returned to the open space where he had set up his stall before, spread the white cloth sheet again, and continued to sit cross-legged.

Director Long and the old lady were still staying in the shop to talk to Aunt Tian. The long-sleeved fortune teller who was sarcastic and gossiped about gossip and another fortune teller left the stall and came over.

The fortune teller in the long-sleeved shirt sneered and said, "How is it? Did you blast it out? - Fortune telling is not as easy to make money as you think, so stay wherever you want to be cool!"

Xiao Ying still turned a deaf ear and sat cross-legged there, looking like a master, ignoring their sarcasm.

The more Xiao Ying ignored him, the more angry the two fortune tellers became, the louder they were, and their voices were raised, and their speech became even more rude.

At this moment, Director Long shouted not far away: "Xiong Xueguang, do you want to cause trouble?"

The two fortune tellers quickly turned their heads and saw Director Long rushing over with a fat body trembling and angrily. He was so scared that he shrank his neck and took two steps back. The long-sleeved fortune teller smiled embarrassedly and said, "No, we didn't cause trouble, so I asked him what the result of fortune telling was like."

"What do they have to do with you? I warn you Xiong Xueguang, you want to find trouble on this street, don't blame me for being polite."

"How can I do it? Sister Wang, how dare I make trouble on your land? Hehehe,"

The long-sleeved fortune teller smiled and turned around and wanted to leave, but Xiao Ying opened his mouth slowly: "Your name is Xiong Xueguang, right? Is it from Wupu Village, Tongbai County?"
Chapter completed!