In their eyes, Ding Daguo is a waste, and he is also a waste who has close ties with his family. As long as they can take out the money from his hands and put it into their own pockets, they don't care about the rest.
They even had some secret joy in their hearts: They originally thought that the living Ding Min could be sold for some money, but they didn't expect that the dead Ding Min could be sold for more money than the living one. Why didn't this little girl die earlier!
With this idea in mind, the Fang family brought Ding Daguo home, who was desperately resisting, and successfully helped Ding Daguo sign the hospital's settlement letter.
Ding Daguo, who was taken away, was found to have starved to death in his rental house half a month later.
Since then, calm has returned to both the hospital and the set.
Only the director of the original drama sometimes secretly sighed: In fact, although Ding Min was young, he was a very dedicated stuntman. Who would have thought that he would die so easily? Things are really unpredictable!
After Ding Min died, her soul did not go to the underworld, but stayed with her father, Ding Daguo.
So when Ding Min saw that Ding Daguo was starved to death in order to express his injustice to her, Ding Min immediately went crazy. Even if she could not reincarnate forever, she wanted to let her father live in peace until old age.
Seeing this, Jin Qing sighed: Why can't there be a more positive plot if the clients in every world are so miserable?
707 replied to her: "Haha." Who do you think has a good family background and a smooth life and needs a counterattack?
Jin Qing was not talking, but moved her fingers silently, but found that she could not even lift her hands now.
Jin Qing had some doubts in his heart, something seemed wrong about this matter!
Just when Jin Qing was confused, he heard several people next to him whispering: "This little girl doesn't seem to be dead. It's illegal for us to do this!"
In fact, not only did this little girl not die, but all the indicators of her body had returned to normal.
For an injured person who fell from a high altitude, such tenacious vitality was something they had never seen before.
The most incredible thing is that they had just performed emergency rescue measures on the girl in the ambulance. Who would have thought that just after fixing the other person's lumbar spine, the other person's waist bone would start to heal quickly.
This speed of recovery simply refreshes the doctors' worldview again and again: This is really unscientific.
At this time, a slightly calm middle-aged man's voice sounded: "The patient is already brain dead. Please prepare for the operation. The operation will start immediately!" As he spoke, it seemed as if a death notice had been given to Jin Qing.
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the voice of a young girl next to him: "Director Cui, the anesthetic is only half of the normal dosage. Do you want to increase the dosage?"
The man known as Director Cui reprimanded the girl: "This patient is already brain-dead. We only need to ensure that the patient cannot move. Excessive mázuì agent will affect the activity of her organs. Even if the transplant is successful, there will be extreme consequences." The bigger the problem, the more likely it will be rejection. Didn’t you learn that in school? You still have to ask me such a simple question!"
Hearing Director Cui's scolding, several assistant doctors in the operating room remained silent for fear that Director Cui would transfer his anger to themselves.
After being scolded, the young girl was obviously very aggrieved. She choked and said: "I'm sorry, Director Cui, I know I was wrong!" Then she hurriedly left the operating room.
Jin Qing opened his eyes and found the huge shadowless lamp above his head and the screen bracket covered with white cloth under his neck. Only then did he realize in hindsight: The brain-dead patient they just mentioned couldn't be me!
When he discovered that Jin Qing had opened his eyes, a doctor who was standing next to Jin Qing's head and observing Jin Qing's heartbeat was immediately startled: "Cui, Director Cui... the patient has opened his eyes!"
The doctor was so frightened by Jin Qing's reaction that he stammered and couldn't even speak clearly.
Director Cui was drawing a line on Jin Qing's chest at this time. When he heard this exclamation, he paused, and then looked at the doctor with an evil look: "It is a normal physiological phenomenon for brain-dead patients to open their eyes. There is nothing to make a fuss about."
The doctor looked at Jin Qing who had turned his head towards him and moved his lips slightly, and then looked at Director Cui who was still busy behind the stent and swallowed: Is this really so? Why does he feel that this patient doesn't look like him at all? It's brain-dead, but it's like an evil ghost seeking life!
At the same time, Director Cui noticed that Jin Qing's fingers and toes were moving.
Director Cui's eyelids twitched, and he quickly turned around and asked the assistant next to him: "The donor is ready. The organ transplant operation will begin immediately. Go and notify the ward to push the recipient over."
At the same time, Director Cui also turned around to get the medical medication. No matter what, today's operation must be done.
As for other people, there is no need to know that much. They only need to know that the patient is brain dead.
At this time, the doctor standing next to Jin Qing's head had uncontrollably bent down and came to Jin Qing's side, wanting to hear what Jin Qing was saying.
As a result, he only heard two vague words: "sb"
Doctor: "..." He doesn't know whether this patient is brain-dead, but this man is really seeking death!
At this time, Jin Qing, who had gradually gained control of her body, jumped up from the operating bed: This kind of neurological drug is really irritating, and it actually took her such a long time to recover her body. of control.
As Jin Qing jumped up, various instruments on the operating bed fell to the floor.
All the doctors present were dumbfounded by Jin Qing's actions at this time: What's going on.
Director Cui, who had just taken out the yǐmí from the shelf, was so surprised that his eyes widened: This patient should have been sleeping until the end of the operation, and then he was sent directly to the crematorium. Why did he wake up so quickly?
And he is so lively and energetic, it doesn't look like he fell from a high altitude at all. What on earth is going on with this man?
Jin Qing lowered his head and looked at his completely naked body from the neck down. He stretched out his hand and pulled the white cloth around his neck: These bastards even wore a scarf for themselves. Are they trying to play the 18-year ban?
Director Cui reacted first. Looking at Jin Qing standing tall on the operating bed, Director Cui shouted: "This is the natural neurological reaction of a brain-dead patient. Please hold her down quickly and seize the time to operate!"
Jin Qing: "..." Shouldn't I do something to make you feel that I am still alive?
The assistant doctors nearby: "..." Are you kidding us?
