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"Can we go take a look first?"

"How about we go have a cup of tea first and then look at it?"

Dean Miura smiled when he saw that he was covered in dust from his journey, and said directly, "Why don't you rest for a while? After all, you just got here."

"No need, I just ate out. I'd better go check on the wounded now!"

"it is good!"

Dean Miura, seeing that he had no other intentions, nodded directly. In his opinion, this Wang Xiaotian was definitely not an ordinary person.

Most people would rest immediately upon arriving here, but he didn't mention resting; instead, he went straight to the hospital.

The two quickly arrived at the ward and saw four Japanese soldiers guarding the door, their gazes towards them now filled with seriousness.

"Dean, who is this...?"

"Hello, this is Dr. Wang, whom I invited. His medical skills are quite excellent. He came to check on the patient's condition first. If there are no problems this afternoon, the surgery can be performed."

Upon entering, one sees only a bed in the room, with an IV drip attached, and the person on the bed is ashen-faced and already unconscious.

His head was bandaged up, and there was a lot of blood on it, obviously from the bandage.

"That's him, take a look!"

"it is good!"

Zhang Tianhao also walked over and carefully examined the injured person, especially the head.

Although the bandage was intact and the specific condition couldn't be seen, he still carefully checked it.

Then he reached out and took his pulse to check his physical condition.

About five minutes later, he put his hand down and came to Dean Miura's side, saying softly, "Dean, this injury is quite serious."

He spoke fluent Japanese, as if the two of them were communicating in Japanese.

Even Dean Miura didn't notice that the language the two were using had switched to Japanese.

Is the situation very bad?

"Yes, it's really bad. Not only that, his bodily functions are declining rapidly. If I'm not mistaken, his injury has been going on for more than a day, hasn't it?"

"Yes, it was brought here yesterday morning, but none of the doctors here can perform this kind of surgery. My cousin from Changfeng told me that you have performed two or three such surgeries, and all of them were very successful!"

"Not only that, the patients for the surgery are all important figures in the capital, which is why we asked you to come over last night to see if the surgery can be performed today!"

"Sigh, this surgery is much more extensive than usual. If you had brought me here last night, the success rate might have been higher."

"How many are there now?"

"The success rate is about 30% to 40%, which does not include other risks associated with the surgery, since the risks of this type of surgery are too great."

"Not only that, but when you were bandaging, you didn't notice that you might have pushed some shrapnel further into the brain, which could have caused permanent damage."

"Can you perform the surgery now?"

'Whether it can be done depends on luck.'

"Okay, then I'll arrange the surgery for you right now, how does that sound?"

"Dean, weren't we supposed to have a consultation?"

"Do you think that no one has been able to do it since yesterday, and that a consultation is still needed?"

Dean Miura gave a wry smile upon hearing this, never expecting things to turn out this way. "That's true!"

The two didn't exchange many words, but instead called over a nurse and other staff. Director Miura assisted him, and the surgery was performed right there.

The surgery was difficult and required great care; a single mistake could cause irreparable damage, so Zhang Tianhao was naturally even more cautious now.

No one watching him perform surgery here is a fool. A small mistake could be discovered. After all, through conversation, he also realized that Dr. Miura's medical skills were even better than those of Dr. Miura in Changfeng.

Especially during the surgery, although he didn't ask any questions, he was very precise in his actions. Whatever Zhang Tianhao wanted, he would hand it over directly.

The surgery was very long, lasting from 12:30 a.m. to 6:30 p.m., a total of six hours, before he finally breathed a sigh of relief and stitched up the wound with the last stitch.

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, looked at Dean Miura to the side, and let out a long sigh.

"Dr. Wang, you are truly amazing. I never expected that such a complicated surgery could be performed so perfectly. Even I would be grateful if I could do a third as well as you."

"You're joking! You're the one giving us young people this opportunity!"

"By the way, Dr. Wang, how about you become a doctor with me? I'll double your salary every month, how about that?"

"Thank you, Dean. I still want to stay in my hometown a little longer. After all, I have amnesia. It's kind of a joke, really. Who would have thought that a doctor like me would have amnesia?"

He gave a bitter smile, a sense of disappointment he couldn't quite put into words.

"You have amnesia? Are you sure?"

“I’m sure. I can’t remember anything from before, except for some instincts, like medical skills, which I probably use often. But I can’t remember any of my past experiences, as if they were deliberately erased.”

"That can't be! May I take your pulse?"

"Sure, give it a try!"

He sat down to one side and started panting heavily, because he was really tired and mentally exhausted.

Dean Miura also placed his fingers on Zhang Tianhao's right wrist and then carefully examined it.

About three minutes later, Miura let go of his hand and looked at him with a strange expression.

"Your body is healthy, but it seems like the blood flow to your brain isn't very smooth, and there's a blood clot inside your brain, so it looks like there's a blood clot in your brain?"

"The dean is really good. There were indeed blood clots. I could sense it myself. After all, I am a doctor, and I have that much judgment."

"Can it be cleared?"

"It's difficult. I can only digest it slowly. Other methods are unreliable, and there's nowhere to insert the needle. Can you believe how unlucky I am?"

Do you know what happened?

"I don't know. I must have been hit by something. I didn't even know it when I was rescued. My uncle told me. I was only wearing my underwear. It's so embarrassing, so very embarrassing!"

"So miserable?"

"Who knows how I got back? I'm still a bit confused. Who could be so mean to me? All my money and stuff was stolen. I was so angry I wanted to curse. If my uncle hadn't saved me, I might have frozen to death outside."

"You've really gone through a lot of trouble!"

"I've had bad luck, but I'm actually quite lucky now. Being alive is a good thing, and I have nothing to worry about. Besides, I don't feel dissatisfied with my current situation."

"Yes, as long as you're happy, that's all that matters."

"This is what I should do."

He smiled, then took off his surgical gown and prepared to leave. (End of Chapter)