“…”

The dean is a middle-aged man with fair face.

He was also very impatient at this moment. After all, the person lying in the operating room is the deputy mayor of the city.

If the deputy mayor had an accident in their hospital, if there was an accident... their hospital could be closed down and rectified, and his director and the deputy director who was the chief surgeon must also be investigated by his superiors for "debt of duty". This is definitely not a small problem.

and.

Even if the rectification can be completed in the future, no one dares to come to this hospital for treatment again. After all, such a big thing will definitely make everyone know. Who dares to joke about his own wealth and life?

Therefore, now the dean was pulled by the mother of the Shui Modai Mei, and he almost couldn't control himself and almost became irritable.

But when he turned his face and saw the mother of Shui Mohua's thrush, his almost distorted face immediately forced himself to recover some calmness.

This is both a family member and the deputy mayor's wife, so he really dare not act rashly.

"City, mayor's wife, don't worry first. There is only a small problem, but we will do our best to ensure Deputy Mayor Yang. You can wait patiently here first. I'll go in and check it out. If there is any situation, I will notify you as soon as possible."

The dean forced a smile and said, and after that, he didn't care about what the mother of Shui Mo Huamei obviously wanted to ask, so he quickly called out to several attending physicians who came with him, glared and scolded, "Why are you still standing stupidly? Why don't you go in quickly?"

"well……"

The mother of the ink painting thrush only called again.

The dean and his group all flashed into the operating room very quickly. Then the door of the operating room slammed and the entire corridor became quiet again.

But this time the quietness was very depressing, almost making people breathless.

After a moment of silence.

"Sister-in-law... Isn't there really something wrong with my brother, right?"

The aunt of the ink painting thrush finally couldn't help it, breaking the silence at this time. At the same time, she also said something that seemed to have been speculated in the hearts of the few people present, but no one was willing to say anything.

"Shut up!"

Before Shuimai's mother could say something, Shuimai's uncle immediately glared at his eyes and cursed sternly, "What nonsense is nonsense? My brother has always been in good health. What can I do if he does such a very ordinary operation? If you don't speak, no one will treat you as a mute, a betrayal girl!"

"The surname is Yang! Who are you calling the wrecked girl?"

The aunt of the Ink Painting Mask is not a fuel-efficient lamp. She has always been the top leader at home. When did she get the cowardly anger of Uncle Ink Painting Mask? At this moment, she naturally just stumbled on the spot and scolded her head, "You can curse me and try it. I'll care about my elder brother. The hospital's director and chief physicians are all coming together. Didn't you see it if you're blind? If they're so complete when they come back? Are you not worried at all?"

"I told you to shut up, believe it or not, I will suck you!"

Seeing that his wife was still talking nonsense in front of Shuimai's mother, she would pick up any pot without opening any pot, Shuimai's uncle stomped his feet in anger, and he really wanted to shave her.

"My surname is Yang, are you capable? Try to draw me one, come on, try to draw me one!"

The aunt who painted the ink and wash thrush was not afraid at all, and she splashed and pushed her two.

"you……"

The uncle who painted ink and wash thrush is almost vomiting blood.

finally.

"Can you be quiet!"

The mother of Shui Mohuamei could no longer have the quarrel between the two of them, so she had to raise her voice to stop them, but then the voice returned to its previous gentleness, and she said hoarsely and powerlessly, "Your brother is doing surgery inside. Do you let him purify for a while and let me purify for a while? Is it okay if I beg you?"

As he spoke, Shui Mo Huamei's mother's eyes were dull. She held the wall and dragged two legs that had lost all her strength to the bench next to her and sat down slowly.

She lowered her head, pinched her hands tightly together, and her fingers and fingers were wrapped around her.

As long as she is an individual, she can see her inner entanglement through her current state. Now she is lying in the operating room, but her husband who is supporting each other, and no one is more worried about the situation inside than her.

But now... she can't do anything and can only pray silently.

“…”

This was the first time that the uncle and aunt of Shui Huimei's mother heard Shui Huimei's mother speak so loudly, and she was immediately stunned.

The two of them stared at me and I stared at you, but finally no one spoke again. They just sat silently on both sides of the mother of Shui Mohuamei, moved their mouths to comfort them, but they still didn't know what to say...

at the same time.

"Mom, what's wrong with you?"

The sound of concern ink painting thrush sounded in the corridor.

Just now, she and Zuo Yang were standing and chatting in the stairs. When they heard the sound in the corridor, they rushed over immediately. As soon as they arrived, they saw this scene that they didn't know how to describe it.

"Eyebrows..."

Shui Mo Huamei's mother raised her head with difficulty. She didn't know how to say it, but her eyes stopped at Zuo Yang who was following Shui Mo Huamei, staring at him in a daze, and could no longer move.

"Mom, what the hell is going on? You said?"

Shui Mohuamei had a bad premonition in her heart, so she hurried to her mother, squatted down to hold her hand and asked anxiously.

"I don't know either. It's just now... the dean and several chief physicians entered the operating room. I saw that they looked very anxious, so I was a little... a little uneasy."

The mother of the ink-washed thrush had red eyes and said in a dislodged tone, "Bimei, your father will definitely not have anything to do, right?"

"mom……"

After listening to his mother's words, Shuimu Painting Bird didn't know whether he should nod or shake his head.

As a daughter, she certainly didn't want her father to have any problems, but she believed in Zuo Yang's judgment very much. Otherwise, how could she forcefully bear the pressure of her elders and let Zuo Yang come from the imperial capital?

So...

Did Zuo Yang predict that the situation did indeed happen?

Shui Mohuamei turned around and looked at Zuo Yang, who was standing in the distance and keeping a certain distance from her family, with no expression on his face, as if he completely regarded himself as an outsider.

"Mimei, what your friend said to you before shouldn't be true, right? Mom is a little scared now. You can't have something wrong with your dad..."

A few crystal clear eyes flashed in the eyes of the mother who was ink painting, but she insisted not to let herself cry.

"Isn't this guy really right? Is he so amazing?"

Although the uncle and aunt of the ink painting thrush did not speak, the eyes of Zuo Yang were already a little surprised.

A person with prophet ability can really do whatever he wants in this world without some restrictions.

But, there are really such gods in this world?

They have never met such a person, nor have they encountered such a thing.

But if Zuo Yang really said this, they would not believe it... But such a person can say it. If their elder brother really had a fatal problem, could he save it again?

"Zuo Yang..."

Shui Mohua's eyebrows frowned slightly and called out softly in a tone of help.

"Let them see the results first."

Zuo Yang just responded, without saying anything, nor did he plan to do anything.

"But……"

What else do you want to say about ink and wash thrush?

"Nothing, I'm still standing here now, there's only one reason, because you are my friend, but you can't represent your family or other people in your family."

Zuo Yang smiled indifferently, and his aura suddenly improved several levels. When he looked at the mother of Shui Shuihuamei, his uncle and aunt had already looked different from before.

Now he is no longer a junior, but a paradise who looks down on them, high above and confidently: "I have no reason to help those who do not believe in me and those who do not respect me!"

After hearing what he said.

“…”

The ink painting thrush was stunned.

She looked at Zuo Yang in disbelief, not knowing what to say.

The two have been getting along well these two days. Although Zuo Yang said that she needed to make her father suffer, it was just to convince her mother, uncle and aunt, instead of suddenly making a 180-degree turn like she is now.

at the same time.

Ink Painting Thrush suddenly remembered someone - Shen Wansan, the North!

At the beginning, this guy also missed his mother. Uncle and aunt didn't believe Zuo Yang. When he believed it, how many methods he used, how many detours he had run, how many scheming he had squandered his mind and reluctantly agreed to help him.

I am afraid……

The Zuo Yang in front of you is the real Zuo Yang in your bones.

His usual appearance of being harmless and even looking a little bullying was just his disguise. But in fact, he was very arrogant and would never allow others to insult him!

No matter how you think about Zuo Yang, you will never compromise for her...

So now, can my mother, uncle and aunt turn around and give Zuo Yang a reason to help?

“!?”

The mother, uncle and aunt of the ink painting thrush were also stunned at the same time. They instantly felt that the young man in front of them was completely different from before. This was a mutation of temperament.

It was as if there were two personalities hidden in the body of the young man in front of him.

After a moment.
To be continued...