Chapter 100 He Only Has Three Days Left to Live
When Duan Jing came out of the operating room, he saw a familiar little figure.
He looked at her in surprise, thinking that she would not come today.
Mibao also saw her the first time, jumped down from the chair immediately, and handed him the thermal box, "Brother, eat."
Duan Jing was really hungry as he came in the middle of the night to perform the surgery.
He took it and said with a smile, "Thank you."
"You're welcome." Mi Bao shook his little head, and when he saw that the patient undergoing surgery this time was the same patient as yesterday, his brows suddenly frowned.
The patient's son hurried over, holding a few buns in his hands, and said anxiously: "Thank you, Dr. Duan, you have worked so hard. It's a good thing you are here, otherwise my dad would be..."
He didn't say the rest. He wiped his eyes vigorously and looked at Duan Jing with gratitude.
Duan Jing shook his head. "You're welcome. This is what I should do. It's just that the old man is not in good health, so you still have to be mentally prepared."
He can save lives, but some things are beyond the scope of medicine.
The patient is in the late stage of leukemia, is elderly, and has multiple organ failure, so he could be in danger at any time.
Like yesterday, everything was fine when he was making rounds, so it was normal that something happened shortly after he left.
Hearing this, the patient's son nodded and said, "I know, I understand. I just hope I can stay for one more day. My dad has raised us, it's not easy."
"Doctor Duan, how long does my father have left?"
Duan Jing was silent for a moment, then said, "At most half a year, spend more time with the old man."
The patient's son burst into tears.
Duan Jing looked at him, not knowing how to comfort him.
Mibao looked at his face and slowly frowned.
The position of his solar horn was already very dim, and within three days, his father would die.
But my brother said there is still half a year left.
What's going on?
The patient's son cried for a long time, then thought of something and quickly handed the bun to him. "Oh, this is for you. Please have some."
Duan Jing shook his head, shook the bun in his hand, and said, "I already have it, thank you."
The patient's son left with many thanks.
After watching him leave, Mi Bao whispered, "Second brother, that old man won't live for more than three days."
Duan Jing was a little surprised to hear this, but still said: "No, the operation was also very successful. He can live for at least three months."
Mi Bao shook his head and waved his chubby little hands, saying, "Brother, I can tell fortunes, and I can't be wrong. Look, Uncle Black and Uncle White are here."
As he spoke, Mi Bao pursed his lips.
I looked in the direction she pointed, but saw nothing.
Mi Bao slapped his forehead, remembering that he didn't have the third eye, and quickly handed him a third eye talisman.
Duan Jing felt his eyes go cold and subconsciously closed them. When he opened them again, he saw two figures in front of him, one black and one white.
Is this... Black and White Impermanence?
The Black and White Impermanence also noticed his gaze, and after looking at Mi Bao beside him, they understood.
It’s just right to see.
Hei Wuchang complained, "You kid, you've made us run for nothing so many times before, and today you've made us run for nothing again."
Bai Wuchang glanced at the booklet in his hand and said, "It's okay. This time, at most, we'll let him live for three more days."
Three days...
Hearing this, Duan Jing frowned, "Are you talking about Liu Dashan?"
Liu Dashan is the patient.
Bai Wuchang nodded, "Yes, it's him."
He glanced at Duan Jing meaningfully and said, "Boy, remember this: you are only human, not a god. He should have died three months ago, but you forced him to stay in this world. You will ultimately have to bear the consequences of this."
Mi Bao's heart skipped a beat, and she thought of the dream she had had again.
He quickly grabbed Bai Wuchang and said, "Uncle Bai, do you know anything? How did that grandfather die? What does it have to do with my second brother?"
As she spoke, she stretched her head to look at the Book of Life and Death.
Bai Wuchang closed the Book of Life and Death and poked her head, "I've told you so many times, my last name is not Bai."
"Xiao Mibao, although you are the disciple of the Wheel King, you cannot read this Book of Life and Death. If you reveal the secrets, you will not be able to bear the consequences."
Mi Bao frowned and ran to Mo Hei Wu Chang again. He hung his short legs on his legs and shook him. "Uncle Hei, just tell me, please, you are the best!"
Hei Wuchang looked up at the sky and said, "Don't try that. It's useless."
No matter how much Ren Mibao begged, they refused to give in.
Mi Bao snorted, let go of him, ran back to Duan Jing, and hugged his arm, "Anyway, no matter what he does, I won't let anyone bully my second brother."
Hei Wuchang sighed, "Then do your best."
Come on, just do your best.
Mibao puffed out his cheeks angrily.
The Black and White Impermanence did not leave. They glanced at the Book of Life and Death in their hands and said, "Next, Xie Yutian."
Soon, another person was pushed out of the operating room with a white cloth covering his face, and the doctor announced his death with regret.
Duan Jing saw the name on the card in his hand, and it was indeed Xie Yutian!
He straightened his expression and looked at the Black and White Impermanence. He saw them calmly making a mark on the Book of Life and Death, then drawing out Xie Yutian's soul and taking him away.
To them, it's just like work.
But for the living, it is a life and a family.
Mi Bao glanced at Xie Yutian's face and said, "Second brother, his life span has come to an end. There is nothing we can do about it."
Duan Jing understood.
In their line of work, they are accustomed to birth, old age, sickness and death.
But even so, he still respects every life.
Even if he didn't say it, Mi Bao knew it. She didn't say much, but just kept an eye on Liu Dashan, intending to notify Duan Jing if anything unusual happened.
Liu Dashan's son Liu Peng came out and was a little surprised to see her. "Little girl, why are you here?"
Mibao looked up at him and said, "Come and see your dad."
Hearing this, Liu Peng suddenly realized, "It was Doctor Duan who asked you to come, right? Please thank him for me. You are all good people."
He was grateful to Duan Jing, and because he loved Mi Bao, he also liked Mi Bao. He took out a bunch of grapes from the ward and washed them specially.
"Come, let me show you some of the grapes we grow ourselves. They're so sweet."
The grapes are big and round, and look delicious.
Mi Bao couldn't help swallowing, and after thinking for a while, she took out a hundred yuan from her bag and handed it to him, "Then I'll buy it with you."
Liu Peng refused to accept them. "No need, no need. They are all grown by me. They are not worth much."
Mibao forcefully stuffed it into his pocket, and then he took the grape and started eating it. As soon as he took a bite, his eyes lit up, "It's delicious!"
Liu Peng couldn't help laughing, "Right? My dad planted these himself. He said we like them, so he planted some in the yard so we can eat them whenever we want."
When talking about his father, Liu Peng's eyes turned red again.
Mibao glanced at him, a little hesitant.
Judging from his appearance, he is a good man and has never done anything bad. His family is very simple.
But the person she saw through the Samsara Eye was also him.
Both he and Duan Jing have changed a lot.
What is the reason for this?
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