godfather of surgery

Chapter 381 Bowing
Hong Zhigang returned to the hospital, at the entrance of the ICU, in the family waiting area, a familiar face was waiting, Hong Zhigang's lips trembled, Han Jiangong stood up slowly and smiled: "Senior brother——"

In 15 years, the two talked for the first time, and Han Jiangong seemed to have a gap of 15 years.

"Jianggong -- Junior Brother." Hong Zhigang was not used to it.

The door of the ICU opened, and Professor Zhang stood at the door: "Zhigang is here too, come in both of you, the condition is barely good, he wants to see you both."

The operation is going to be performed tomorrow, and the whole hospital got the news. Everyone knows how dangerous this operation is, and everyone knows that Professor Feng is on the operating table as a test subject.

Many doctors spontaneously contacted each other on WeChat, and gathered in the family waiting area at the entrance of the ICU. The ICU cannot enter, and everyone can only wait at the entrance.

"Dean Chen, everyone wants to see Professor Feng in the visiting corridor." Director Peng looked at the gathering of more and more people.

This was the last time I saw this orthopedic master, and Dean Chen sighed: "Communicate with the ICU, open the visiting corridor, let everyone have a look."

There are more and more people in the waiting area for family members. The doctors of our hospital, the PhD students, the master students, the trainees, and the advanced students, there is no noise or discussion, just waiting quietly.

Among these people, there are also impoverished mountainous students who once received donations from Professor Feng.

"How is the arrangement in the operating room?" Dean Chen's throat was a little hoarse.

Director Peng reported: "It has been arranged, the equipment has been prepared, Dr. Yang is the surgeon, Professor Hong and Professor Han are assistants, and the nurses are also capable."

"Well, just in case—has everything been arranged for the hospital office?" Dean Chen asked worriedly.

Office Director Deng looked up: "Everything is ready."

"I will cancel all the meetings tomorrow, and I will wait in the locker room of the operating room." Dean Chen's eyes were red.

There are more and more people, and the waiting area for family members is almost overcrowded.

"Why are there so many people?" Dean Chen saw many unfamiliar faces.

"I didn't send a message. It was all spontaneously received from other news. Since Mr. Feng's condition has deteriorated and Mr. Feng's students have returned from abroad urgently, there are dozens of them. Because visits are not allowed, everyone wants to watch in the corridor. At a glance, the hospital office has arranged for someone to receive them." Director Deng was also surprised that there were so many people.

"There are still downstairs. There are many former patients of Mr. Feng. No matter how you know, they have come here a lot." Director Peng said.

"Old man, he has lived and educated countless people all his life, and I'm afraid this will be the last time, so——" Dean Chen's voice was choked up all the time.

Han Jiangong and Hong Zhigang put on isolation gowns, masks and hats. Under the guidance of Professor Zhang, they came to Professor Feng's single intensive care unit. Professor Feng was lying on the bed when he heard footsteps.

"Is it Jiangong?" The voice was weak and weak.

"Zhigang is here too," Professor Zhang told Professor Feng.

Han Jiangong walked over slowly, knelt down in front of the bed, and held the hand of his mentor with both hands: "It's me, Jiangong—"

"Coming?" Professor Feng's hand suddenly became strong, and he grabbed Han Jiangong's hand.

Two tears flowed from the sockets of the eyes, and then rolled all over the whole cheek. Professor Feng wanted to sit up, but he couldn't do it anymore.

"Are you okay?" Professor Feng's hands were shaking.

For 15 years, the master and apprentice reunited in this way. Although they have not been separated from each other in these 15 years, they have not been able to see each other.

"Teacher, Jiangong is very good, don't worry." Tears welled up in Han Jiangong's eyes.

Professor Feng sighed: "Do you still hate Teacher?"

"How come, I never hated the teacher." Han Jiangong let the teacher's hand touch his face.

"Does it still hurt?" Professor Feng asked distressedly.

"It doesn't hurt anymore." Han Jiangong broke down in tears.

"I'm sorry, Jiangong, the teacher is sorry for you." Professor Feng's trembling hand grabbed Han Jiangong's hand again.

"Don't say that, teacher, you didn't feel sorry for me, nor did the senior brother, I never hated you." Han Jiangong's vision was blurred by tears.

Professor Feng looked up at the ceiling. Fifteen years had passed, and he was already dying, and the two students were also in their 15s.

"Jiangong, as a teacher, I never believed that you would do such a thing. Think about it later, think about it later, you should already know the relationship between Zhigang and me, so you pushed the boat along the way, sacrificed yourself, and fulfilled him, right? The teacher wants A word of truth." Professor Feng finished speaking forcefully.

"In fact, Zhigang is more suitable to be the director of the department than I am. Now the orthopedics department is flourishing in his hands and has entered the top three in the country." Han Jiangong did not answer directly.

"I finally know the answer, thank you." Professor Feng choked up.

"Zhigang, come here."

Hong Zhigang also knelt in front of the bed and extended his hand to his mentor, his father.

Professor Feng put his hands together with Han Jiangong's: "Say sorry to Jiangong, I want to hear—"

"I'm sorry, Jiangong!" Hong Zhigang didn't care about anything at this time.

"Well, I also want to tell you, I'm sorry, really, Zhigang, I'm sorry——" Professor Feng's face was full of tears.

"That was 50 years ago, when I went to the countryside, I was sent to the hospital in your town in Huzhou, where I met your mother, she is a beautiful woman, we fell in love, but, you know, because of special reasons , your mother has never been able to marry into my family, and I can't fulfill the promise I made back then—I didn't know she was pregnant, I didn't know—"

"So you haven't been married in your life?" Zhigang asked.

"I will never love anyone except her." Professor Feng sighed.

"Later I went to Huzhou. Hong Xue had passed away. She had a heart problem. After giving birth to you, she couldn't make it through. She passed away on the third day. You became an orphan, but she was pregnant. Why didn't she come to me and write The letter told me that she was ready to get married and start a family, and asked me to forget this relationship and find a suitable marriage. I went to look for her, and your uncle didn't say that she gave birth to a child——”

"Later, when you were admitted to the Second Medical University of Shanghai, and when you were about to graduate for an internship, your uncle got lung cancer, and there was not much time left. When you came to Shanghai to find me and asked me to take care of you, I vaguely doubted your identity. You You look a bit like Hong Xue, I didn’t doubt it at the time, I thought you were my uncle’s son, and it’s not a strange thing to look like Hong Xue. Many years later, during your physical examination, I secretly took a blood sample, made an appraisal, and finally understood, You are the child of me and Hong Xue, your uncle brought you up, because Hong Xue has a will to disturb my life, you must not mention this matter, your uncle never mentioned it until his death."

Hong Zhigang and Han Jiangong were almost lying beside the bed, weeping uncontrollably.

Han Jiangong recalled that when he was young, his mentor was not only rigorous in his studies, but also often secretly gave money to the two people, often helped them in life, and taught them hands-on on the operating table.

There was once a patient whose spinal tumor invaded the aorta. The teacher chased him all the way to the train station, and used the train station broadcast to pull the patient back and put him on the operating table.

At that time, the patient was pushed onto the operating table, and the aorta was on the verge of rupture, and he ruptured and died one step away.

Even at the last moment of his life, the teacher thought about making himself an experimental subject. After the operation failed, he would conduct pathological anatomical research and accumulate experience for the younger generation. He dedicated his life to medicine, and finally dedicated his body to medicine.

"Zhigang, call Dad!" Professor Zhang reminded Hong Zhigang softly.

"Dad—I don't blame you—" Hong Zhigang sobbed.

"Listen—" Professor Feng took a deep breath.

"Come in!" Some doctors who were blocked by Professor Zhang just now, Professor Zhang let them in now.

Hong Zhigang, Han Jiangong, ICU doctors and nurses, and a group of young doctors stood beside the bed. These were Professor Feng's last words.

"First, no matter how big the risk is, even if the success rate is zero, surgery must be done. Second, the post-mortem pathological autopsy should be done to conduct in-depth and extensive research on this type of tumor, so as to accumulate experience and achieve breakthroughs. Third, keep things simple and not extravagant , organized by Hong Zhigang and Han Jiangong. 4000. There is a manuscript in the study, a summary of lifelong clinical experience. You can see if it is valuable, and hope to sort out the book. [-]. There is not much savings in my life. Donated to Jiaotong University School of Medicine. [-]. Although the house is old, it is quite valuable. After the sale, the cash will be divided into two shares, Zhigang and Jiangong will each get one share. [-]. There is also a patient follow-up record book in the study, and one of them is paralyzed. The patient, at that time, I had just performed scoliosis surgery, and the patient was paralyzed after the operation. I have been guilty all the time. Zhigang will continue to follow up and visit every year. In the future, if the medical development can be cured, he will be taken to the hospital for treatment, and the expenses will be held by Zhigang. Please remember not to violate the above.”

Professor Zhang recorded from the side. After speaking, Professor Feng waved his hand: Arrange surgery as soon as possible. Although there are many regrets in this life, but I think I have done my best, so let's go away.

Through the glass, many people have gathered in the visiting corridor, all of them are Ph. Specially wearing a white coat——
Hong Zhigang and Han Jiangong stood upright and bowed deeply to their mentor. Perhaps this is really the last farewell.

In the ward and in the corridor, everyone followed and bowed deeply.

There was silence inside and outside the ICU ward.

　It's a bit late to update, and finally finished three chapters, thank you everyone!This plot is a layout that has been set in the outline long ago, but I still feel that it is not perfect when written. For the time being, if you have any good suggestions, please leave a message.

　　
　
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