Chapter 779 Su Miao Extra 51
Waves of dull pain in his brain reminded Song Hansheng that he had brain cancer. Even without a detailed examination, he could feel that he was seriously ill.
This should have been a very sad and desperate thing, but Song Hansheng supported his head and laughed.
The corners of his mouth were raised, but his eyes were red, hot and wet.
It turns out that evil really will be punished, and the idea of disasters lasting for thousands of years is false. If you do too many evil things, you will be punished by heaven.
"If it's brain cancer, can I still be saved?"
"It depends on how many years you can save your life. It's still okay in the early stages, but Mr. Song, let me be frank. Your condition is at least in the middle stage."
"Is there no cure?"
"The surgery can be done, but the risk factor is very high. Not to mention abroad, there are only a few people who can do it in the world. The remaining ones are either retired or in poor health. If it is..." The attending doctor in front of him thought of something and stopped talking when he was about to speak.
Song Hansheng grasped the doctor's unspoken words, which seemed like the last straw he grasped: "What is it? Tell me..."
He wanted to live, even if there was only a little hope. He wanted to repay Su Miao and make up for it by all means. He wanted to make up for the wrong he had done to her over the years.
He owed Su Miao so much. How could he repay her if he died?
The attending physician looked at Song Hansheng's anxious grasp on his arm, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "If Dr. Su Miao could still pick up a scalpel, perhaps she could perform this surgery on you. There was once a patient with brain cancer whose surgery had a success rate of only 3%, but Su Miao succeeded. She is one of the best surgeons in China, no, to be more precise, one of the best surgeons in the world, and she's still very young."
Su Miao is too low-key. She has performed many high-risk operations that are only known to people in the industry.
If Su Miao had not been imprisoned and had still been in the medical field for those two years... then who knows how many miracles would have happened in her hands. She and Qin Mo are both treating cancer, and they could have even treated the late stage of cancer, let alone the middle stage.
But Song Hansheng destroyed all of this, not only ruining Su Miao's future, but also cutting off his only hope of survival.
Song Hansheng opened his mouth, his lips trembling. He wanted to make a sound, but his throat tightened and he tried to move his tongue a few times, but in the end all he could make was a sob.
The last straw he grasped became the straw that broke the camel's back.
Song Hansheng, you are so ridiculous.
The doctor in front of him also felt that this person was hateful, pitiful and ridiculous.
He had never taken Su Miao's profession seriously before, and looked down on her hands, thinking they were nothing special. That was why after she was imprisoned, he hastily asked the prison inmates to teach her a lesson.
Just based on this sentence, although he was not the perpetrator who destroyed Su Miao's finger, this matter was completely inseparable from him. If it weren't for his words, Su Miao would not have been injured in prison, and Jiang Yurou would not have used his attitude to bribe those who bullied Su Miao in prison.
Although he was not the murderer who directly destroyed Su Miao's hand, he was more hateful than those people.
"Mr. Song, when do you want to arrange the inspection..."
"I don't want to get checked today. I'll do it when I have time." He actually wanted to escape at this time, as if as long as he didn't get the accurate test report, he could keep deceiving himself that he was not sick.
Just like before, he didn't investigate what happened to Su Miao in prison. He never investigated and kept deceiving himself that Su Miao's injuries were not caused by him.
The doctor looked at him for a few seconds, then sighed heavily and shook his head.
Song Hansheng lowered his head. When the doctor stood in front of him, there was a shadow pressing on his head. As soon as the doctor left, the shadow on his head disappeared, but he felt more and more oppressed.
The footsteps grew farther and farther away, and finally disappeared. He was the only one left in the room, which was so empty that even his breathing seemed to echo.
He took out the chain from his coat pocket, touched the gold lock on it, and felt that his life was extremely ridiculous.
How can a dying person keep a living person?
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The ward was very quiet. It was okay for Su Miao to be in a daze for a while, but she couldn't be in a daze all day. She had to find something to do.
The young nurse prepared two books for her, which she had read before, but she lost interest after flipping through two pages.
"How about watching some TV?"
Su Miao nodded. The young nurse rummaged through the drawer and found the remote control. After turning on the TV, she handed it to Su Miao and asked her to choose a TV station she liked.
Su Miao randomly clicked on a skit and started watching it. She was a traditional person and would watch the Spring Festival Gala every year, no matter whether it was good or not.
This skit was obviously from the Spring Festival Gala, but it was edited out and played separately, with familiar skit actors but unfamiliar stories.
She had never seen this skit, probably because it was released during the two years she was in prison.
Su Miao stared at the TV dryly. The show was very funny, and even the dubbing was amusing, making the audience laugh. Even the little nurse next to him couldn't help but smile when she saw the funny parts.
The young nurse turned around and found Su Miao looking at her: "Miss Su, what's wrong?"
Su Miao shook his head.
The nurse pointed at the TV and said, "Don't you think this skit is funny?"
"Funny." But she couldn't laugh. Su Miao used to love laughing the most. Even a fake smile could look sincere. But now she couldn't even fake a smile. Her face seemed stiff and she couldn't move her facial features.
In the past, when Su Miao smiled, everyone said she looked very cute. Because she had a baby face, her smile always had a sense of innocence, which was particularly healing in a place like a hospital where life and death are the norm.
There was only the sound of the TV in the ward, and laughter could be heard in every corner. She suddenly felt as if she was the only one left in the world. No matter what she did, it could not fill the emptiness in her soul. She really wanted to jump out of the window.
Su Miao didn't know how to pass the time. The place where the operation was performed began to hurt. Su Miao closed his eyes and endured the pain silently.
The young nurse thought she was asleep, so she secretly used the remote control to turn down the TV volume. The unclear sound was actually a bit hypnotic.
Just when Su Miao was about to fall asleep from enduring the pain, footsteps were heard at the door.
Then a familiar voice came: "Hello, is Su Miao in this room?"
The young nurse stared at the elegant and handsome man in front of her, so surprised that she couldn't speak.
"You...you are, Dr. Qin Mo Qin?"
"Yes, it's me."
"Oh my God, you are my idol. Miss Su is here. She just fell asleep. Are you here to see her? Come in quickly." Loud noises are prohibited in the hospital. Although the young nurse was excited, she still tried hard to suppress her voice.
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