"Who are the family members?"
While talking, a doctor in a white coat came out of the room.
"Me!" I quickly stood up: "I am!"
"What family members?"
"son!"
The doctor nodded and handed a stack of documents in front of me: "Sign it and prepare for the operation."
"Doctor, what's wrong with my dad?"
"Preliminary diagnosis, cerebral infarction."
As a medically illiterate person, I am inevitably a little confused about these diseases.
"Don't be too anxious." The doctor put the pen back in his pocket: "As people get older, they have more or less senile diseases."
He glanced at me lightly, lowered his head and checked the signature: "We are preparing for the operation now. You can't go anywhere. Make sure I can find you at any time."
"Okay, okay."
"clatter."
The red light in the operating room turned on, and I felt relieved.
After I calmed down, I remembered: "Why is Liang Hai's driver here? Did you find him?"
"I ran out with Uncle Ya on my back, but I couldn't stop the car at all. No matter how fast my legs were, I couldn't move faster than the wheels."
There was a hint of embarrassment on his face: "I don't want to owe favors for no reason. I really have no choice."
"Stop saying anything, brother."
I patted his thigh: "Thanks to you, otherwise something big would have happened."
Ji Canghai grinned: "It's a shame to say this."
"Uncle Ya is not your father alone."
As he was talking, there was suddenly a burst of footsteps behind him.
I looked back and saw Liang Hai, dressed in a suit, walking over with two doctors in white coats.
"President Chen."
Before I could speak, he spoke first and then took my hand: "How are you, old man?"
The nervousness on his face didn't seem to be fake, but he had only met Uncle Ya a few times, so he shouldn't be so worried, right?
I held his hand with gratitude on my face and said, "The operation has begun. There shouldn't be any major problems."
"You didn't even know to tell me if such a big thing happened."
Liang Hai scolded, then moved to the left, hiding the person behind him.
"This is Dean Zhang, who is also a good friend of mine. Dean Zhang is personally responsible for your old man's affairs."
Turning around, he introduced to Dean Zhang: "This is President Chen, and the person lying in the room is his father."
"You have rules, and I don't want to embarrass you, but I hope you will take more care of me within the legal scope."
Dean Zhang looked quite young, his hair was already gray, and he smiled very kindly.
"Don't worry, Mr. Liang, I'm here, don't worry."
Liang Hai smiled and nodded: "Then I will be at ease."
"I have something to do outside. I'll come see the old man tomorrow."
I looked at the time and saw that it had only been 40 minutes since Uncle Ya was admitted to the hospital.
Liang Hai probably got the news from his driver's mouth. In other words, he basically just found out about it.
How much skill does it take to summon the biggest director of the hospital in such a short period of time?
It only took a few minutes from when he appeared to when he left, but what these few minutes brought was something that ordinary people would struggle to get even with all their efforts!
"clatter."
At this time, the lights in the operating room went out and the doctor walked out.
Before I could say anything, Dean Zhang stepped forward and asked about the situation with a straight face.
Soon, Dean Zhang came back, his eyes a little wandering, but then he calmed down.
"The man was rescued, but he is very likely to suffer from hemiplegia."
When I heard this, I felt so weak that I couldn't even speak.
Dean Zhang quickly comforted me: "Don't worry, I will have a consultation tomorrow and I will make sure the old man is safe!"
At this juncture, his words are reassuring.
For this, I can only nod gratefully.
"The old man has been transferred to the high-level ward. You should go and rest as well."
After saying that, he waved to the doctor behind him: "You can watch it yourself and nothing can go wrong."
The doctor looked at me, then at the director, and nodded.
I can only sigh silently: It’s great to have money.
In other words, money can bring great things.
The so-called high-end ward is indeed very high-end. The room is about 50 square meters, equipped with air conditioning and refrigerator, and even two bathrooms.
This high-end hospital no longer looks like a ward.
