Urban Conceited Soldier

St. Mary's Hospital, Dean's office.

This is the hospital of the Mo family. When Mo's young master Mo Sicong came here for treatment, all the staff of the hospital did not dare to be slighted. They sent the top surgical experts and orthopedic experts for joint consultation.

At this time, the atmosphere in the dean's office was slightly dignified.

Obviously, the results of the consultation were not optimistic.

Zhang Aihua, President of St. Mary's hospital.

As a Chinese, I can hold the important position of president of St. Mary's hospital.

In addition to the fact that he is a medical force trained by the Mo family, his excellent medical skills are obviously one of the important reasons.

But at this time, Zhang Aihua's face was completely devoid of the spirit of famous doctors.

At the age of 50, he was anxious, his eyes were red and swollen, and his hair was disordered, like weeds just blown by a strong wind.

"The situation is not optimistic. The hands-on people obviously know the human skeleton very well. The young master's right arm doesn't have too much trauma or even bleeding. But in fact, the internal bone has been completely distorted and deformed, and there are several comminuted fractures. The repair is very difficult."

After Zhang Aihua finished with a gloomy face, he looked at the vice president and orthopedic expert on one side with a look of hope, and asked in a low voice, "what else can you do to keep the young master's hand?"

The vice president was swept by Zhang Aihua's eyes and sighed deeply. He said, "I have thought for a long time. At present, the safest way is to cut the skin, set up alloy skeleton, and completely replace the original bone tissue. Maybe only by doing so can master Mo's arm recover."

"Erecting alloy framework?"

After hearing the vice president's proposal, Zhang Aihua frowned slightly and thought deeply about the feasibility of the proposal.

As a traditional doctor, he is not cold to all kinds of mechanical means of Western medicine, but as a famous doctor, he will not reject this kind of means.

It's just that the main roads are different, so go to one side.

"What degree of recovery can be ensured by erecting alloy framework? Can the mobility of young master's right arm be restored after implantation?"

Zhang Aihua asked the most critical question.

This is also the most concerned issue of all medical staff in St. Mary's Hospital at this moment.

As long as master Mo's complete recovery can be ensured, the rest is not something that Zhang Aihua needs to worry about.

A scholar dies for a confidant.

Zhang Aihua used to be a famous doctor in China, but the tense doctor-patient relationship and high-pressure working environment in China have already made him tired.

Mo Tiancheng took the initiative to find him, spent ten times the domestic high salary, gave him the rights of the president, and also took his family to live abroad.

From this point of view, no matter what the cause of the injury, Zhang Aihua must make great efforts to cure him.

The meeting ended in a hurry.

The medical conference is not like a meeting of the government in China. Naturally, there will be no lengthy theoretical discussion and verbal confrontation in order to treat patients.

The appropriate treatment was discussed, and immediate treatment was the top priority.

Before I knew it, it was dawn.

St. Mary's Hospital ushered in the rising sun in the busy.

Of course, at this moment, both nurses and Zhang Aihua are not in the mood to enjoy the beautiful sun outside the window.

Because

Mo Tiancheng is here.

Mo Tiancheng's private plane stopped steadily on the tarmac on the roof of St. Mary's hospital. Escorted by several bodyguards, Mo Tiancheng's private plane quickly arrived outside the operating room.

Outside the operating room is Zhang Aihua, who has just been informed.

"Chairman Mo...."

Zhang Aihua didn't have time to take off the surgical coat and mask, so he rushed forward to say hello, but was interrupted by Mo Tiancheng.

"How's Sicong doing?"

Mo Tiancheng eyebrow is slightly heavy, facial expression gloomy asks a way.

Even when it comes to the only next generation of the Mo family, there is not much panic on his face.

It is only from the fact that he flew from China to France all night, unable to drink a mouthful of water, and went straight to St. Mary's Hospital, it can be seen that he attached great importance to Mo Sicong's injury.

"Chairman Mo, the operation has just ended, the young master's condition has stabilized, and now under the influence of anesthetic, the young master has fallen asleep."

Zhang Aihua can get the appreciation of Mo Tiancheng, of course, is not the kind of bookworm who only knows how to study medicine.

He knew that Mo Tiancheng would not want to know how they treated Mo Sicong. He knew the result, the exact and real result.

After checking in his mind, Zhang Aihua bowed slightly and said respectfully: "after our joint consultation, we had an emergency operation. Although the young master's arm was seriously injured, the operation was very successful. It is expected that the recovery period will be within half a year. After half a year, the young master's arm has been removed from the fixed splint and normal activities will be carried out It is. "Of course, there is another sentence that Zhang Aihua did not say.

That is, although the alloy skeleton is easy to use and high-tech, it can not be compared with the flexibility of normal human bones.

Even if the recovery is perfect, Mo Sicong's right arm is not as flexible as before, which is doomed.

Only this sentence, in caution, Zhang Aihua did not say.

After hearing Zhang Aihua's report, Mo Tiancheng's face softened a little, nodded and showed a smile.

After patting Zhang Aihua on the shoulder, Mo Tiancheng said: "you are also hard, go to rest early, and give it to the nurse here."

"Thank you for your concern."

Zhang Aihua replied with great excitement.

……

Mo Tiancheng is still very confident about the president who has been promoted by himself.

He didn't ask too much about it. After looking at Mo Sicong through the glass door, he went straight to the VIP lounge of St. Mary's hospital.

In the VIP lounge, Wang Qiang and Wang Li knelt on the ground, their heads buried.

They're not tied to anything.

But even so, they didn't even get up and leave to get rid of the humiliating gesture of the moment.

"Come on, what's going on?"

After Mo Tiancheng came in, he sat down on the sofa and asked.

There was a little husky, some magnetism in his voice.

"Master, it's because we failed to protect the young master. This is what happened..."

Wang Qiang did not dare to quibble, and gave an account of what happened.

Including Mo Sicong's motivation to drive away guests, as well as everything that happened in the box.

"The other party knew that he was my son and still broke his hand?"

Mo Tiancheng caught his most concerned problem, and his eyebrows twinkled in an instant.

"Not afraid of Mo's revenge, who gives him courage?"

Mo Tiancheng murmured.