The Godfather of Surgery

Hong Zhigang returned to the hospital. At the door of the ICU, in the waiting area for family members, a familiar face was waiting. Hong Zhigang's lips trembled, and Han Jiangong slowly stood up and said with a smile, Senior brother—

For the first time in fifteen years, the two of them spoke for the first time, and Han Jiangong seemed as if the 15-year estrangement did not exist.

Jiangong---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, let's both come in, the state is barely okay, he wants to see the two of you.

There is an operation tomorrow, and the whole hospital gets 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 on WeChat and gathered in the waiting area for family members at the gate of the ICU. The ICU could not enter, and everyone could only wait at the gate.

President Chen, everyone wants to see Professor Feng in the visiting corridor. Director Peng looked at the more and more people gathered.

This is the last time to see this orthopaedic master. Dean Chen sighed: Communicate with the ICU, open the visiting corridor, and let everyone have a look.

There are more and more people in the waiting area for family members. Doctors in this hospital, doctoral students, master students, graduate students, and advanced students are waiting quietly. There is no noise or discussion.

Among these people, there are also poor students in mountainous areas who have 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 chief surgeon, Professor Hong and Professor Han are assistants, and the nurses are also very capable.

Well, in case - the hospital office has arranged it? Dean Chen asked worriedly.

Office Director Deng looked up: Everything is ready.

Tomorrow all meetings will be rejected by me, and I will wait in the dressing room of the operating room. President Chen's eyes were red.

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

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

I didn't send any news, it was all from other news. Since Mr. Feng's condition deteriorated and Mr. Feng's students came back from abroad in an emergency, there have been dozens of them. Because they are not allowed to visit, everyone wants to watch them in the corridor. At a glance, the hospital office has arranged for a special person to receive it. Director Deng was also surprised, why so many people.

There are still downstairs. Many old Feng's former patients, how do you know, many have come here. Director Peng said.

Old man, there are countless people in my life and countless people who have been educated. I'm afraid this is the last time, so... Dean Chen kept choking.

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-room intensive care unit. Professor Feng was lying on the bed and 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 in front of the bed, and held his teacher's hand with both hands: It's me, Jiangong—

Here? Professor Feng's hand suddenly became stronger and grabbed Han Jiangong's hand.

Two tears flowed from his eyes and rolled down his cheeks. Professor Feng wanted to sit up, but he couldn't.

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

It has been fifteen years, and the two masters and apprentices have reunited in this way. Although they have not been separated by the ends of the earth in these fifteen years, they have never 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 the teacher?

How come, I have 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 burst into tears.

I'm sorry, Jiangong, I'm sorry teacher. Professor Feng's trembling hand grabbed Han Jiangong's hand again.

Don't say that, teacher, you didn't feel sorry for me, neither did senior brother, I never hated you. Han Jiangong's vision was blurred by tears.

Professor Feng looked up at the ceiling. Fifteen years have passed, and he is already dying. The two students are also in their fifties.

Jiangong, I didn't believe that you would do that kind of thing for the teacher. Then I thought about it, and then I thought about it. You should already know the relationship between Zhigang and me, so you went with the flow, sacrificed yourself, and fulfilled him, right? The teacher wants A word of truth. Professor Feng said hard.

Actually, Zhigang is more suitable to be the head of the department than I am. Now orthopedics has been carried forward 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.

Zhigang, come here.

Hong Zhigang also knelt in front of the bed and stretched out his hand to his teacher, father.

Professor Feng put his hand and Han Jiangong's hand together: 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.

It was fifty years ago, when I went to the mountains to go to the countryside, I was arranged to go to the hospital in your town in Huzhou, where I met your mother, she was a beautiful woman, we fell in love, but, you know, because of the special The reason, your mother has never been able to marry into my family, and I couldn't fulfill my promise back then--I didn't know she was pregnant, I didn't know--

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

Besides her, I won't love anyone anymore. Professor Feng sighed.

Later I went to Huzhou, Hong Xue had passed away, she had a heart problem, after giving birth to you, she didn't make it through, she died on the third day, you became an orphan, but she was pregnant, why didn't she come to me, write The letter told me that she was ready to get married and have a family, so that I could forget about this relationship and find a suitable marriage. I went to find her, but your uncle didn't say that she gave birth to a child—

Later on, you were admitted to the Second Medical University of the Magic City, and when you were about to graduate for an internship, your uncle had lung cancer, and there was not much time left. You came to the Magic City to find me and asked me to take care of you, and I vaguely doubted your identity. 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 strange to look like Hong Xue. Years later, during your physical examination, I secretly took a blood sample and made an identification, and finally understood, You are the child of Hong Xue and I, your uncle raised you, because Hong Xue has a last word, you can't disturb my life, you must not mention it, your uncle didn't talk about it until he died.

Hong Zhigang and Han Jiangong were almost lying on the bedside, sobbing.

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

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

At that time, the patient was pushed onto the operating table, and the aorta was on the verge of rupture.

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

Zhigang, call me 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 just blocked by Professor Zhang, Professor Zhang is now letting them in.

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

One, no matter how big the risk is, even if the success rate is zero, the operation must be done. Two, after the corpse, do a pathological autopsy, do in-depth and extensive research on this type of tumor, accumulate experience, and make breakthroughs. Three. Keep things simple and not extravagant. , organized by Hong Zhigang and Han Jiangong. Fourth, there is a manuscript in the study room, summarizing the clinical experience of life, you can see if it is valuable, and hope to organize the book. 6. Although the house is old, it is of great value. After the sale, the cash will be divided into two parts, and Zhigang and Jiangong will each get one. The paralyzed patient, I had just performed the scoliosis operation at the time. The patient was paralyzed after the operation, and I have always felt guilty. Zhigang continued to follow up, and visited every year. In the future medical development, if it can be cured, I will come to the hospital for treatment, and the cost will be covered by Zhigang. For housing payments, remember not to violate the above.”

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

Through the glass, many people have gathered in the visiting corridor, all of them are Ph.D., master, graduate students, advanced students from Magic Six, students of Feng Lao who came from various places, and students who came back from abroad in an emergency. Some of these people Deliberately wearing a white coat--

Hong Zhigang and Han Jiangong stood upright and bowed deeply to their teacher. Perhaps, this was the last goodbye.

In the ward, in the corridor, everyone followed, bowing deeply.

There was silence inside and outside the ICU ward.

The update is a little late, and finally three chapters have been completed, thank you! This section of the plot is the layout that has been set up by the outline, but it is still not perfect to write. For the time being, if you have any good suggestions, please leave a message.