In the corridor, people gathered more and more.


    The lower level doctor called professor beilac from Massachusetts General Hospital, who was in charge of the operation.


    Professor beilac is the world''s top professor of gastrointestinal surgery. For him, this operation was originally a small and insignificant medical procedure. After the operation and observation for 24 hours, Zhuang Qidong went down and walked, and beilac immediately flew back to the United States.


    However, there was an unexpected situation, and he didn''t expect such serious complications after the operation. On hearing the news, Professor beilac came back after being persuaded by the dealer''s generous salary.


    He checked his body carefully and asked carefully, but he got nothing.


    The operation was very successful, and even professor beilac could foresee good postoperative rehabilitation results. But four days after the operation, the patient''s mouth was a woman''s voice, which baffled professor bellac.


    What I do is radical colon cancer surgery, not transsexual surgery. Why does this change happen?


    He has been unable to understand this. He consulted his friends at Massachusetts General Hospital and got no results. Last night, he sat in front of Zhuang Qidong''s bed and watched it all night. He still didn''t find any strange symptoms from the clues.


    As soon as I slept, I was called by the phone. This is absolutely unbearable for the grumpy and eccentric professor bellac.


    After a roar, he rushed with his doctors. On the way, I met President sun of Yanghe hospital. Professor beilac''s face was very ugly. President sun didn''t dare to say more. He followed him to the ward.


    But the ward was empty, and Zhuang Qidong had been sent to the disposal room not far away.


    "This is my patient. Why do you find some strange people to see me every day! I''m a doctor, I''m a doctor!" Professor bellac yelled at the grandson''s hospital.


    He took the lead. President sun of the nursing and hospital and Professor beilac''s assistant stood behind him, followed by several professional medical consultation teams, and then various doctors and nurses.


    The snow-white and stern arrow points directly at the disposal room.


    "Professor beilac, what you said is true." President sun is also very aggrieved. Yanghe hospital is a private hospital and the world''s top private hospital, but we must accept the strange temper of various bosses.


    And the dealer is a big family of Xiangjiang. He doesn''t dare to offend. Without saying anything else, the land under your feet - the horse racing ground is owned by other people''s makers.


    "Professor beilac, because of your stubbornness, the old man''s condition has not been diagnosed." Zhuang Yongzhi ignored professor beilac. He looked at the door of the disposal room and seemed to be thinking about something.


    A middle-aged man standing next to Zhuang Yongzhi said seriously to Professor beilac, "if you yell here again, I think you can receive the lawyer''s letter signed by me tomorrow."


    "You..." Professor bellac was discouraged when he heard the lawyer''s letter.


    "Professor beilac, I hope you can understand a little," said the middle-aged man. "The reason why you find other people to see and why Mr. Zhuang is in a dangerous state is because there are accidents that you can''t solve or even explain after the operation."


    "But..."


    "No, but Mr. Zhuang has made a decision. You can watch here or leave," said the middle-aged man.


    Professor bellac was about to say something when the door of the disposal room was pushed open and Wei Dabao''s dark face stretched out.


    Zhuang Yongzhi''s face tightened.


    "We need a fiberoptic bronchoscope, endotracheal intubation bag, suture bag and 3-0 absorbable thread." Wei Dabao said all the things Wu Mian needed at one breath for fear that he might forget something.


    After saying that, I accidentally saw Zhuang Yongzhi''s secretary.


    The urban beauty''s dress is exquisite, protruding and warping, and snow-white skin... Trinket''s eyes immediately straightened, the corners of his mouth slightly cracked down, and shiny saliva flowed out of it.


    "This is the disposal room! What do you want an endotracheal intubation for! Is there a ventilator in it? Are you going to have an operation here!" Professor beilac shouted loudly, unable to stand the foolish acts of these "stupid" Orientals any longer.


    Zhuang Yongzhi was silent for three seconds and nodded. His secretary immediately turned to deal with the matter.


    It is inevitable that the will of the boss must be perfectly and faithfully implemented.


    Trinket''s eyes were always on the slim female secretary. The girl walked so well that she twisted around and his heart itched.


    "Mr. Wei, right?" Zhuang Yongzhi said in a deep voice, "what''s going on inside?"


    "My elder martial brother is casting magic." when Wei Dabao heard Zhuang Yongzhi''s question, he reacted, wiped his saliva and said quickly.


    He opened the door slightly. There was an old Futon in the middle of the ground outside. Taoist Lin sat cross legged with his five hearts facing the sky. On his knee was a half dark peach wood sword.


    The material of thunder fire wood looks shabby, but it is really a Taoist treasure.


    Zhuang Yongzhi also knew the goods. At a glance, he saw that the peach wood sword was not vulgar, and countless questions in his heart immediately pressed down.


    Taoist Lin turned a deaf ear to the sound outside, and his lips moved, as if he were reciting some mantra.


    "That''s ridiculous!" said Professor bellac angrily.


    When Zhuang Yongzhi''s lawyer cast his eyes on him, Professor beilac closed his mouth, but still looked angry.


    "I won''t go!" Professor beilac said stubbornly. "I want to see how the patient will be fooled by you in the end!"


    Although his voice was low, it was full of anger and reluctance.


    But Professor beilac can''t refute it. He can''t explain what happened to the patient at all. The dealer was not angry because he couldn''t explain. He didn''t even deduct the remuneration. It was still so rich.


    This is also what he is unwilling to do.


    Soon, two doctors from Yanghe hospital and Zhuang Yongzhi''s secretary came back, and all kinds of things Wu Mian needed were sent in.


    With his head down, trinket carefully took the sterile bag and disposable sterile bag and turned in. He didn''t dare to look more.


    I drooled again just now. What a shame.


    Looking at the door of the disposal room tightly closed, everyone was silent.


    The expert group of the nursing and hospital and Professor beilac were very confused. If faith and the like can also explain, after all, the Taoist sitting cross legged inside has a fairy temperament of floating and wanting to be immortal.


    But if so, shouldn''t it be another case? What do you want to do with endotracheal intubation kit, incision bag and 3-0 suture?


    But when it comes to surgery, this is just a disposal room, not even a ventilator. What can they do?


    Countless questions hover at the bottom of my heart. Time passes very slowly. Every minute, even every second, seems like a year.


    The disposal room was quiet without a sound. There is neither evil wind nor the sound of ventilator, ECMO and other instruments.


    Everyone outside held their breath and waited for the door to reopen.


    Either life or death, there will be results at that moment.


    Ticking~


    Ticking~


    Ticking~


    The watch on Zhuang Yongzhi''s wrist makes a very slight mechanical sound, but now it is so loud.


    12 ′ 28 ″, the door of the disposal room opens silently.