Tang Mingchu reached out and patted his shoulder, "Zhou Ze, you're going to have surgery soon, don't be so excited. You've almost learned the lesson. You were the one who helped me before. This time, I'm here to guide you. Just let me do it." Just start."
When Zhou Ze heard his familiar voice, he calmed down almost subconsciously, fearing that his emotions would affect the operation.
He knew that Tang Mingchu would not perform surgery in this way unless he had no choice, but he could not accept such a this moment, Zhou Ze extremely regretted why he was not in the consulting room that day when the medical incident occurred. If he had been there, the kitchen knife would not have struck Tang Mingchu.
There are countless mediocre doctors like him in the world, and it would not be a pity if any of them died. But in Tang Mingchu, he was a genius ophthalmologist praised by all his mentors. He was a rising star in ophthalmology. He was still so young, and he might still be a good ophthalmologist in the future. It can overcome many ophthalmic medical problems and bring light to more patients.
"Zhou Ze, I am very happy to have the opportunity to complete the last surgery with you. This is already a favor from God. Let us put aside all emotions and complete it well." Tang Mingchu smiled.
From that unfamiliar face, Zhou Ze seemed to see his warm and welcoming smile in the past.
Many patients who regained their sight at his hands said that he was their light.
At this moment, Zhou Ze hated the injustice of God.
Tang Mingchu was such a kind person, but he was pushed into a critical situation by the patient. But at the last moment of his death, all he thought about was to restore the patient's sight and complete the operation that only he could do.
After a long time, Zhou Zecai responded in a difficult voice, "Okay."
One percent chance of survival is too slim.
During his years in the hospital, he had seen too many deaths, and miracles were almost extinct.
He couldn't let Tang Mingchu leave with regrets.
Tang Mingchu also smiled.
……
The lights in Eye Surgery Room No. [-] came on.
Zhou Ze was the surgeon and asked Tang Mingchu to enter the operating room instead of his assistant.
Tang Mingchu put on surgical clothes, masks, gloves, etc., and wrapped him tightly. No one except Zhou Ze knew that he was now a corpse.
Zhou Ze could tell that the corpse used by Tang Mingchu had died not long ago, but it was already a little stiff, and he was a little worried about his when he saw Tang Mingchu pick up the medical equipment flexibly and skillfully, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Tang Mingchu spent almost all his soul strength on these hands, making them as soft and flexible as before his death, so as not to affect the operation.
The patient couldn't see. Before anesthesia, he asked: "Dr. Zhou, they all said that Dr. Tang was hacked and no one can help me operate. Can I really see again?"
Zhou Ze: "Yes. Doctor Tang said he would let you see the light again."
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The monitoring room of Heeguang Hospital.
After Shi Ling, Su Xingwan and Xi Jin had dinner, they returned to the morgue and found that there were fewer bodies, so they went to call for surveillance.
Su Xingwan lay in front of the computer, "Where is he going in the middle of the night?"
At this moment, the person under surveillance suddenly raised his head and met Su Xingwan in front of the computer.
"what!"
Su Xingwan was startled, and then another snowflake screen appeared on the computer.
"He, if he sees it, he won't crawl out like Sadako, right?" Su Xingwan pointed at the computer screen and looked at Shi Ling nervously and helplessly.
Xi Jin, who was on the side, had become accustomed to Su Xingwan's surprise. Now he said without blinking, "What he saw was the camera. Call other surveillance cameras in the corridor."
Shi Ling said: "Trigger the monitoring of the ophthalmic operating room."
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good night~
