"Wait, what are you saying eight hundred percent? What does this mean?" Hearing this, Jian'er couldn't help but ask, why is it getting worse and wrong? Did she hear it wrong or did she understand it wrong?

"The success rate of surgery," Dr. Jones replied with a serious face, "I just consulted Dr. Brown about Mr. Pierre's previous condition. If calculated based on that, conservative calculations, the success rate of this surgery may be only eight percent."

"What?" Jian'er clenched her ears in disbelief. Isn't she hallucinating her hearing?

"Please change a pair of gloves!" Dr. Jones looked at Jian'er dissatisfiedly. How could she do this? You know that doing this will contaminate surgical gloves (didn't you see the doctors on TV holding their hands after wearing surgical gloves? This is to prevent unclean objects from touching unclean objects. When exercising surgery on the patient, this unclean object will touch the patient's wound, increasing the chance of wound infection)!

Jian'er's face became embarrassed and her hands froze. Sure enough, the book is still a certain distance from practice, and she forgot about this. But this is not the point, the point is...

"Let's talk about this later," Jian'er waved her hand. She thought she needed to reconfirm what she had just heard, "What's the success rate of your surgery?"

"Eight percent." Dr. Jones frowned in dissatisfaction. Although this was related to Mr. Pierre's serious condition, such a low success rate of surgery was indeed not something that was proud of.

"Eight percent?! You're not wrong?! How could it be so low!" Jian'er widened her eyes, her face full of incredible expressions, and she blurted out.

"What do you mean!" Dr. Jones's face suddenly turned black!

"Ah, sorry. I mean, would you make a mistake? How could the success rate of this surgery be so low? It's not that serious." Jian'er explained. Yes, Jian'er's explanation is better than not. After her explanation, she offended people even more.

Because as soon as Jian'er said this, it was obviously equivalent to questioning other people's diagnosis and medical skills.

Sure enough, the next second, Dr. Jones's face turned out to be completely described by the word "black". As soon as he bit his teeth, he blurted out and roared at Jianer: "What do you know? Do you know how serious Mr. Pierre's condition is? You don't know anything and you'll be blind..."

Before the word "say" was released, Dr. Jones was stuck there as if he had been pressed.

Wait, no, if the little girl in front of her knows nothing, why did she stabilize Mr. Pierre's condition before? Could it be, would it be that in the eyes of this little girl, Mr. Pierre's illness is not very serious?!

This is indeed not impossible. Although he did not understand the terrible method used by the little girl in front of him (when looking at Mr. Pierre's head that is not much different from a hedgehog now will make people panic), this method seems to be really effective, and the physical signs presented by Mr. Pierre are the best proof. Perhaps in the eyes of this little girl, Mr. Pierre is really not serious.

"You have a way?" Dr. Jones asked with his eyes lit up.

"You have a way?" At the same time, Mrs. Pierre's voice with a little surprise sounded. It was obvious that Mrs. Pierre and Dr. Jones thought of going together.

Mrs. Pierre did not forget the answer she got when she saw her husband's head full of needles. These needles were her husband's life-saving needles, and it was her husband who could survive until now. What she heard before when she was outside the operating room was that these needles were pierced by this young girl. Since this girl can continue her husband's life with these needles, maybe this little girl can really create miracles again...

Thinking of this, Mrs. Pierre could no longer help rushing up, and grabbed Jian'er's hand as if she had grabbed the last driftwood: "Please, please help my husband. I can't live without him, please save him! Please!"

"You, don't be excited for now." Jian'er responded helplessly. Being looked at like this made her feel all kinds of pressure.

"Okay, okay, I'm not excited," Mrs. Pierre said, but the attitude she showed was completely opposite to her words. "You, do you really have a way to save my husband?"

"I can take action, but..." Jian'er hesitated for a moment.

"But? But what? Is it necessary to pay? It doesn't matter. We will pay for it no matter how much money we don't have. If we don't, my father and brothers will also help." Mrs. Pierre said anxiously, "Please believe in my ability to pay. As long as you say a number, I will prepare it for you immediately."

"No, you misunderstood, I didn't mean that." Jian'er shook her hand quickly.

“That’s…”

"I mean, I use Z doctors, which are completely different from them. And you may find the treatment method incredible. Are you sure you can accept it?" Although Jane loves money, she is really not short of money now. If Mrs. Pierre doesn't mention it, she will really forget this.

And to be honest, Jian'er is still willing to help Mr. Pierre. After all, this person is a person who can disturb the energy of heaven and earth with the body of a mortal. It is definitely a great merit to be able to save such a person who makes heaven and earth cry for his injuries. If he gains such great effort, it is a good thing that cannot be obtained for Jian'er, who has already entered the ranks of practitioners (this person is afraid of being disturbed by the previous incident, and he is definitely sensitive to earning merit).

Of course, it is okay for her to provide help, but the premise is that Mr. Pierre's family and hospital must give her enough trust, otherwise if she doesn't accept her, or gives her various restrictions, she will have no way to help her.

"You are a little sure." After all, Dr. Jones was calm and did not make a blind request, but explained the situation first.

"You wait a moment." Jane took off the surgical gloves on her hand, then gently pressed her fingertips to Mr. Pierre's pulse door and diagnosed again. Before Dr. Jones asked questions, "If wearing gloves, it will affect my feel, and it will be troublesome if I diagnose the scratch."

"How is it?" Dr. Jones couldn't help asking as soon as Jane's fingertips left Mr. Pierre's wrist.

"Yes, how about it?" Mrs. Pierre couldn't help asking.
Chapter completed!