The old man sat blankly on the rest chair outside the operating room. The operating room door was closed, and the red light on it seemed particularly dazzling.

The old man's face was dull and his mind was filled with happiness.

"Grandpa, look, what a beautiful butterfly!"

"Grandpa, teach me how to write, teach me how to write!"

"Grandpa, look, the big words written by Happiness are good-looking?"

"Grandpa, eat quickly, this is made by Xingfu himself. Is it delicious?"

...

"happiness……!"

The old man kept turning around in his mind, and the old man grabbed his hands tightly, holding them tightly, and even pressed out a blue and white color.

"Zhang Kun, please, I must help me save happiness..."

At this time, the operation had been going on in the operating room for almost two hours.

My happy and petite body was lying quietly on the operating table, and all my soft hair had been scraped off.

At this time, Zhang Kun held the scalpel and, with the help of the nurse, slowly cut open the happy scalp along the tangent opening bit by bit.

Another surgical nurse kept stopping bleeding and putting on a scalp clip.

"Periosteum stripper!"

"Dry blood mat!"

...

After the craniotomy was completed, Zhang Kun finally saw a tumor in Xingfu's brain.

Purple-red, gathered in a pile, in the shape of a fake chrysanthemum.

It's indeed medulloblastoma!

Moreover, at this time, the purple-red tumor was bursting in the upper right corner, and some dark red juice slowly overflowed.

However, at this time, Zhang Kun had completely calmed down and looked calm: "Neutron Knife!"

Zhang Kun first cleaned up the juice from the tumor, and then operated the neutron knife equipment pushed by the nurses, and carefully began to remove the tumor.

Zhang Kun's movements were very slow, very slowly, and he removed them bit by bit, while Xingfu's parents next to him kept exploring their eyes into Xingfu's tumor, reporting the depth of the tumor from time to time.

This is the only way Zhang Kun came up with, treating happy parents as soul CT machines, or soul conduction magnetic resonance.

Little by little, real-time transmission of tumor information, Zhang Kun kept adjusting and slowly removed the tumor based on the information provided by Xingfu's parents.

Time passed by bit by bit, and suddenly, a surgical nurse exclaimed softly: "Doctor, the patient's blood pressure begins to drop."

Hearing the nurse's exclamation, Zhang Kun paused the neutron knife in his hand, glanced at the detection instrument next to him, and then ordered with a plain face: "Create the first venous channel, 500ml of saline, 250ml of glucose, 100ml of hydrocorsone..."

"Yes!" The surgical nurse responded quickly, and then followed Zhang Kun's instructions, a few minutes later.

"The patient's blood pressure is normal!"

One hour later….

"Not good, doctor, the patient's temperature is starting to drop, which is already below the safe range!"

"Roll up the indoor temperature by 2 degrees, stop the venous passage, open the breathing circuit and install a gas heater..."

"Yes..., the patient's body temperature returned to normal!"

Three hours later...

"Doctor, the patient's blood pressure drops again, and it's very fast!"

"Well, open the first venous channel and establish the second venous channel, and give the whole blood infusion."

"Yes... the patient's blood pressure is normal!"

...

In the operating room, Zhang Kun seemed to have turned into a robot, and his whole body was extremely calm, without any emotional fluctuations, and his whole mind seemed to have entered the state of ancient well without waves.

Any abnormalities that occurred during the operation seemed to be unable to cause his fluctuations. He calmly and calmly ordered the surgical nurse to solve the problem one by one.

At this time, Mr. Lu, who was outside the operating room, was still sitting motionless, except for occasionally raising his head and looking at the flashing red lights in the operating room.

"It's been a few hours..." the old man asked in a hoarse voice.

The bodyguard in black next to him quickly looked at the time: "Master, it's been eight hours!"

"Have you been eight hours?" The old man continued to remain silent.

...

Time is still passing by bit by bit.

Twelve hours later, in the operating room, Zhang Kun's face turned slightly pale, but his hands were still steadily stitched the last stitch.

The operation is finally completed...

At this time, Zhang Kun's face turned red. He stared blankly at the happiness on the operating table, and a blush flashed across his face.

"The operation was successful!"

A few minutes later, the red light outside the operating room finally stopped. With a bang, the operating room door opened and Zhang Kun, wearing a sterile suit, walked out slowly.

The old man immediately stood up and rushed to Zhang Kun. His wrinkled face was full of nervousness at this moment.

"Zhang, Zhang Kun, how are you doing, how are you doing!"

Zhang Kun took off his mask and nodded with his pale face: "The operation has been successful!"

"Successful..." A hint of rosy flashed across the old man's face. He quickly grabbed Zhang Kun's hand and said excitedly.

"Thank you, thank you...!"

However, Zhang Kun suddenly shook his head: "The operation was successful, but the tumor invaded the area of ​​happiness is too large. The successful operation does not mean that happiness is out of danger!"

"Also, Xingfu's brain waves are low now and may fall into the danger of vegetative people. So, old man, you must be mentally prepared!"

After saying that, Zhang Kun sighed softly. He had really tried his best, but the operation time was too long...

After hearing Zhang Kun's words, the old man's hand stopped there. He stared at Zhang Kun blankly, and the rosy on his face immediately disappeared and became pale again.

"You, what did you say, vegetative?"

Zhang Kun lowered his head and nodded gently: "If you can't wake up for 48 hours, then you may become a vegetable."

"sorry……!"

The old man trembled all over, his legs and feet suddenly became weak, and his body involuntarily took a few steps back. Zhang Kun quickly supported him.

The old man's face was pale and his mouth was trembling: "Vegetative..."

Zhang Kun held the old man and looked at the old man at this moment, Zhang Kun felt very uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry, old man, I have tried my best. Now I just hope that happiness can wake up within forty-eight hours, and then I will be out of the dangerous period!"

"if……!"

Zhang Kun did not continue to say the following words, and at this time, the mobile cart was slowly pushed out in the operating room.

Happiness in the patient's uniform lay quietly on it. The old man rushed up immediately, looking at the cart, Happiness lying quietly on it, his face full of bitterness.

happiness…….
Chapter completed!