Chapter 3343: Unless the fairy descends

In the middle of the week, I knew that the attitude of gentleness and gentleness had made such a big turn of 180 degrees. It must be because the old man Wen Muyang's condition had become a lot worse.

So he still relented, and sighed in the middle of the week: "Forget it, you take me over."

Wen Nianrou cried and nodded: "Okay, let's go now!"

Sitting in the gentle car, he drove quickly to a hospital. It turned out that Wen Muyang had been transferred to the most powerful hospital in the city a few days ago.

I hurried all the way to a private ward on the top floor. Before I walked in, I saw a group of "medical masters" from a distance in the middle of the week.

"What happened to my grandfather?" Wen Nianrou asked hurriedly.

"Ms. Wen, I'm really sorry, the current situation of Mr. Wen is unexpected to all of us, so..."

Wen Nianrou interrupted directly: "Surgery directly! Haven't you discussed some results a few days ago!"

At this time the old man was lying on the hospital bed, motionless, looking like he was asleep, his breath was abnormally weak.

The eldest one among them hesitated: "This is just one of the choices. According to Mr. Wen's current situation...Even if it is an operation... there is no guarantee that the person will be saved, and the operation is also accompanied by it. Is extremely risky."

The others were also lamenting, Wen Nianrou was completely stunned, of course she could hear the meaning of these guys' words.

Are you afraid of taking risks?

She did not expect that these so-called medical experts were such people!

"Miss Wen... Judging from the current situation of the old gentleman, the success rate of the operation is also extremely slim. Now it is too late to find a new heart. You still...sit down and change."

Gentle and incredulously kept shaking his head: "No... Grandpa he... Grandpa how could he..."

Wen Nianrou didn't even dare to see the old man lying in the hospital bed. In the end, she set her eyes on Zhou Zhong's body as if she was holding the last straw.

Several medical experts naturally discovered Midweek, and they all shook their heads one after another, saying, "I'll be honest, unless there are real gods descending to the world, no one can save people back."

In the middle of the week, it seemed that he didn't hear the words of these guys. After walking to the old man's bed and taking a look, he nodded softly to Wen Nian and said, "Let me come."

Gentle and grateful nodded again and again: "Please!"

Several old men standing aside said with a bit of displeasure: "Miss Wen, we have already explained the situation to you, and you still believe this nasty stinky..."

Before he finished speaking, Wen Nianrou turned her head coldly and said: "Shut up!"

"Miss Wen, you..." Several people never thought that Wen Nianrou would say this kind of words in such a disregard of etiquette.

"I said, let you shut up!" Wen Nianrou felt that her upbringing was good enough. How could her grandfather become like this if it weren't for these old guys?

At the end of the day, did he even let himself down?

"All out, I need a quiet environment."

In the middle of the week, he said lightly beside the hospital bed.

"Boy, you don't have to make an inch!"

Zhou Zhong ignored them, just took a look at Wen Nianrou, Wen Nianrou nodded, and said to several people: "Please go out."

Several people had to listen this time, shaking their heads one by one, and walked out of the ward, whispering quietly.

Wen Nianrou asked softly: "Mr. Zhou, let me be your assistant. I know a little about medicine."

Midweek shook his head and said, "You too, go out."

Wen Nianrou was taken aback for a moment, but finally nodded and said: "Okay... okay."

Until now, she didn't even know whether it was a Chinese medicine or a Western medicine in the middle of the week, and what kind of treatment was used, but now, she can only take a gamble.

...

After everyone had left the ward, Zhou Zhong took a deep breath and removed all the equipment from the old man.

For the current midweek, this kind of disease that ordinary people suffer from can basically be saved as long as the person does not die.

An extremely pure and rich spiritual energy swirled around the fingertips.

After raising the old man, Zhou Zhong closed his eyes and controlled this pure aura, wandering in the blood vessels connecting the old man to his heart.

Unconsciously, a drop of sweat has covered the temples in the middle of the week.

The human heart is very fragile. If you are not careful, it is really difficult for a **** to save. I am afraid that no one except the middle of the week can control innocent energy so delicately.

Moreover, such treatment also has high requirements for spiritual energy, without a trace of impurities, in order to re-stimulate that aging heart.

...

About two hours later, I was already sweating profusely in the middle of the week, and pushed open the door of the ward somewhat tiredly.

Wen Nianrou was the first to greet her.

Several medical people did not leave, and they were full of disdain for Midweek. They were obviously waiting to see the jokes of Midweek.

Even one of the youngest, even threatened to write the name upside down if it really succeeds in the middle of the week.

But the next sentence in the middle of the week stunned everyone.

"There should be no problem. The elderly should be a little uncomfortable these days, and there should be no problem in a few days."

Through the subtle manipulation of the aura, the middle of the week finally succeeded in keeping a pure aura on the old man's heart.

Even a negligible ray of aura in midweek is enough to make the old man live a hundred years old.

Wen Nianrou wiped the tears from her face and immediately rushed into the ward.

Several medical people walked in without believing in evil.

It happened that the old man in the ward just woke up leisurely.

Wen Nianrou rushed forward: "Grandpa, you finally woke up! I was really scared just now!"

The old man Wen Muyang said with emotion: "I also thought that I couldn't make it through this time. Thank you for helping out."

Subconsciously, he thought it was those medical professionals who helped him.

But the faces of the few people who heard these words became very strange.

Wen Nianrou said, "Grandpa, this time Mr. Zhou saved you again."

The old man was taken aback for a moment, but he clearly didn't expect which Mr. Zhou this Mr. Zhou was. After he recovered his senses, he was surprised: "Mid of the week?"

Then he sighed and said, "It seems that I was narrow-minded before, Mr. Zhou, please be respected by me!"

As he said, the old man was about to sit up from the hospital bed, but in the middle of the week he already shook his head and said, "Forget it, you are still weak now. You have to rest for at least a few hours first. I don't want to save you anymore. once."