The lucky draw wheel in the live broadcast room was spinning, the two-minute countdown was soon coming to an end, and new lucky people were freshly announced.

The latter is a man in his thirties. He does not look outstanding, but his temperament makes netizens feel comfortable.

Some sharp-eyed netizens immediately noticed that the clothes on the person were actually hospital uniforms.

"Hey, I was really picked! Hahahaha, it seems like I'm lucky!

"Xiao Wan, remember to remind me when you get off work so I can buy a lottery ticket. Maybe I can win a big prize!"

The latter was wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and smiled as he spoke, but his good mood did not last long.

"Doctor Yu, you are on night shift today. When you get off work, the lottery shop is not open yet!"

The person who spoke was a female nurse. Although she did not appear on camera, her voice was very sweet. Netizens could guess that the other party was a young girl.

"It's such a pity for my luck." The destined person sighed softly, with only a slight regret in his eyes, without much fluctuation.

[Hahahaha, this destined person is really interesting, with a very good personality, but it's just a bit wishful thinking.]

[Baby, you may have already used up all your luck in winning the spot in the live broadcast room, so don't waste your money.]

[It’s time to face your bad luck, my dear unlucky handsome guy, let’s see what kind of trouble you will encounter! ]

When netizens heard about the destined person's feat of buying lottery tickets, they all grinned from ear to ear, and it was obvious that they were waiting for someone to get unlucky.

The destined person was not angry, and said with a smile: "Since we have met, it doesn't matter whether it is unlucky or not, but my left eyelid has been twitching these days. Master, can you help me calculate it?"

Yaoyao was a little surprised by his calm performance. She tilted her head, and a faint light flashed in her dark eyes. She... was peeking at this uncle's future.

After a few breaths, the little face that was originally smiling suddenly collapsed.

Because of this uncle, his future is not very "good", it can even be described as regrettable, perhaps out of pity for others.

Yaoyao didn't wait for anyone to speak, but took the initiative to help answer the question, "Uncle, I'll do it for you without hesitation!"

He took a deep breath and spoke slowly, "Uncle, you are going to perform a craniotomy on a brain cancer patient tomorrow, right?"

The destined person was slightly stunned when he heard this. You have to know that the doctor's surgical arrangements are known only to the doctor himself and the patient. The little master is really accurate!

The patient's condition was quite serious. The lesion was located near the anterior lobule in the center of the brain, which is the body's motor area and has dense nerves.

If a nerve is damaged accidentally, even if the lesion is successfully cleared, the patient will most likely become paralyzed, thus making the operation much more difficult.

However, the person said that the difficulty of the operation was compared with that of ordinary doctors. For him, it was just an ordinary operation.

"I perform five or six resections of this magnitude every week. Is there any problem?" The man rubbed his hands and asked calmly.

He didn't think that the twitching of his left eye would mean a failure of the operation because he had a lot of experience and he wouldn't do it unless he was absolutely sure.

Yaoyao looked at the man's self-confidence and couldn't help but sigh. This uncle was right. There were indeed no accidents during his operation.

The real surprise lies in the patient's revenge after recovery, because he feels that his body and hair are given by his parents.

The uncle who was destined to be with him cut off his "brain", leaving him physically disabled. Moreover, after returning home, he still did not follow the doctor's advice and continued to drink alcohol and eat meat without any restraints.

As a result, the postoperative complications recurred and he was sent back to the hospital. When the right person diagnosed him again, he took out a razor blade like a madman.

"You bastard, you lied to me. Didn't you say you cured me? I can't sleep because of the headache every day!

"You took so much money from me, you black-hearted bastard! Go to hell!"

The scene from the future shows the destined person lying in a pool of blood on the ground, in the panic-stricken and messy medical room, with the screams of nurses and the roars of patients mixed together.

His body gradually grew colder, and his unbelievable affectionate face slowly overlapped with the confident and dignified face of the uncle in front of him...