"This...why are you making trouble again?" Gong Kaijie's wife held the phone and her hands were shaking.

"It's Chen Jie, he... he said he won't get married... I'm not making trouble this time! Mom, what should I do..." The crying sounds on the phone became louder and louder, so that everyone around could hear it.

"Don't be anxious for now, don't be anxious..." Gong Kaijie's wife was already in vain, but she could only keep comforting her daughter.

The crying sounds in the phone are endless, disturbing people.

Gong Kaijie sighed again and angrily patted the bed with Shang Hao's hand: "I just said that boy was an ungrateful wolf. Now he was just... but he encountered a hurdle, so he couldn't help it. He was still not married. I said don't rush to get the certificate, but you don't listen..."

The wife glared at him, took the phone a little further away, and asked again: "Where are you? I'll come to find you later... I'll ask your aunt to come here first, don't worry..."

When he called again and hung up the phone, his wife walked back while wiping her tears, and she was almost in a state of collapse.

"Don't worry." Gong Kaijie said it hurts, but it hurts a lot, but he becomes energetic. He grits his teeth and says, "We don't know what's going on now. Looking back, I will directly look for Lao Wang. I want to ask him, can the art school tolerate such a bad sheep in the teaching staff?"

"Old Wang is dead." His wife put away her cell phone.

"Die...dead?" Gong Kaijie was stunned and couldn't help but say, "Old Wang and Lao Liu are in the same car..."

"Yeah. They're all dead."

"This...no wonder..." Gong Kaijie murmured to himself: "That ungrateful wolf is watching our family's relationship break down, and he still wants to separate the relationship..."

Lao Wang and Lao Liu are the few powerful people among Gong Kaijie's friends, especially these two people, who have helped Gong Kaijie a lot and have made promises to him, the ungrateful son-in-law.

"Why did you die?" Gong Kaijie couldn't help but shake his head.

"Their car is in front and there is no seat belt. The moment the car accident happened, the person was gone." Gong Kaijie's wife sighed, pinched the phone in her hand, turned to look at Zuo Cidian and Ling Ran, and whispered: "I searched ahead. I seemed to have a very famous hand surgery. If they asked them to do it, I don't know how flexible it would be."

"It's not more refined than what Dr. Ling did." Lu Wenbin said very carefully. As an elite department of Yun Medical, hand surgery has taken a downward trend due to the times, but it is also the so-called "not to be humiliated" type. He really wants to help the painter in front of him, and the limit is not to bring himself into the ditch.

Mrs. Gong could detect that Lu Wenbin's attitude had changed, but she still didn't dare to make a decision immediately. This was the right hand that my husband had practiced for more than 40 years. It was the basis for him to paint and the foundation for maintaining his family.

Mrs. Gong hesitated and said, "Can we discuss it?"

"Of course." Lu Wenbin nodded, then looked at Ling Ran carefully, and said, "Inform in advance, because there are many injured in a series of car accidents today. As you discuss the time, we will do other operations first. After you have the result, we will arrange the specific operation time."

"Ah...Okay." Mrs. Gong looked helpless.

Gong Kaijie endured the pain, looked at Lu Wenbin, then looked at Ling Ran, and said apologetically: "Doctor Ling, Doctor Lu, I'm really embarrassed. 60% is really embarrassing. If I can recover to 70% or 80%, I think I can still accept it..."

"Okay." Ling Ran nodded and responded.

Gong Kaijie was stunned: "Okay?"

"Well, 70% can be achieved, and there is a probability of recovery to 80%. " Ling Ran replied. He naturally would not waste the time he stood by the bed. After thinking deeply, he felt that giving a promise of recovery from 70% to 80% is not too much.

Gong Kaijie and his wife understood it a little, were a little confused, and were worried - this doctor seemed to feel that it was not normal.

Ling Ran waited for 10 seconds and saw that the Gong couple were still in various contemplative appearances, so he nodded, turned around the treatment room, and continued to be buried in the treatment of various minor injuries.

He was carrying a task on his back, and it was quite interesting to have some minor surgery. If he regarded the disease as an opponent, Ling Ran was now obviously abusing food, the more he was, the happier he became.

On the other hand, Gong Kaijie and his wife thought about it, and the more they thought about it, the more they became, the more they became entangled.

Moreover, Gong Kaijie's hands also became even more painful.

He could basically tolerate the pain before, so his mentality was quite calm, but when the pain reached this level, Gong Kaijie couldn't wait.

"No, I can't stand it anymore." Gong Kaijie kept shook his head in pain.

"Do you want to have surgery with that Dr. Ling?" my wife asked.

Gong Kaijie took out his breath in a short while, hesitated a little, took out his cell phone and put it down again.

"It's okay to ask people. If you can't call me, I'll call me." His wife picked up the phone.

Gong Kaijie didn't block it, but he said tragically: "Who are you calling? All the familiar ones are here to attend our wedding."

"Not even." Mrs. Gong was lucky and didn't even have a scratch on her body. At this time, she quickly turned her mind and said, "Didn't Boss Zhu come? He opened a gallery and had something to do at home, so she must know what to do."

"Okay, call him." Gong Kaijie couldn't say that he was in a bad mood. If someone gave him anesthetics, he might be half-hearted and went straight to the operating room.

Mrs. Gong felt less empathy, but her emotions were similar. She took her cell phone and dialed it out, and she walked and talked for a long time before she came back.

In front of the hospital bed, my daughter, who was still wearing the bride's makeup, sat blankly, and next to her was a helpless little doctor.

"What's wrong?" Mrs. Gong knew at a glance that there was another problem.

"Mom..." The daughter threw herself into Mrs. Gong's arms, and her nose and tears flowed.

"It's okay, it's okay." She touched her daughter's head, looked at the little doctor again, and asked, "Is this a problem?"

"Well, you have to make a decision quickly." The young doctor whispered: "Whether you have surgery or transfer to the hospital, you have to make a decision quickly."

"We want to ask Dr. Ling to do it." Mrs. Gong said very surely.

Gong Kaijie just got a painkiller and slept for a while. At this time, he raised his head and asked, "Doctor Ling?"

"After asking, it is said that they are really the best doctor in China." Mrs. Gong said as she looked at the little doctor, handed out a red envelope and smiled: "Doctor, you may also know that we were holding a wedding for our daughter today. This is a red envelope of auspicious numbers. There is no other meaning, please keep it."

The young doctor felt very hot to refuse. In today's hospitals, doctors who do not have independent offices are quite taboo about receiving red envelopes.

Mrs. Gong just needs to be as good as her attitude. At this time, she wiped her eyes and smiled, saying, "That... if we ask Dr. Ling for surgery, what should we prepare?"

"I'll call and ask." Although the young doctor confiscated the red envelope, his attitude was obviously better.

Mrs. Gong took advantage of this time and whispered to Gong Kaijie, saying, "Boss Zhu heard that your hand was injured and had bought a plane ticket to fly over. In addition, he told you not to worry, and wait for your hand to get ready, and you will also hold an exhibition for you."

"What other art exhibition is held?" Gong Kaijie laughed: "Whether I keep 60% or 70% of my hand, compared with those famous artists, it is equivalent to being disabled."

Mrs. Gong pursed her lips and smiled: "Boss Zhu means that a disabled painter may be a good gimmick."

Gong Kaijie's expression froze: "This guy..."
Chapter completed!