Jin Lin didn''t continue to ask others. Director Kong of imperial hospital is already the top doctor in cardiothoracic surgery in China. It''s meaningless to ask others.

    And Jinlin is very confused and upset now, and the whole person is restless. He felt that he could do nothing but silently pray for the safety of the old man in his heart.

    Although pretending to be calm, Jin Lin checks the time on his mobile phone almost every three minutes. Time passes slowly, like ants crawling.

    It takes two or three hours, even if the operation is smooth, it takes so long. Jinlin sat silently on the chair outside the operating room, wondering if he wanted to find a place to smoke and relax.

    Well, it''s better to relax. It will take a long time. It''s no use sitting here by yourself.

    I''m too nervous these days. I have insomnia and dreams. I have a bad rest and my spirit is not good.

    Jinlin got up, took the elevator downstairs, went to the outdoor smoking area, lit a cigarette and took a deep breath.

    The pungent tobacco irritated him a little.

    But when he got up, Jinlin immediately remembered the young man who was very energetic and looked like a top star. He is aggressive, he is sharp, his words are like a knife, he

    Although it looks very gentle, the clear and sharp image of his eyes is like a mountain. Jinlin feels very uncomfortable.

    Usually most of the time squatting in the laboratory, Jin Lin is an honest man. He has never met such an eccentric person as Wu Mian. But Wu Mian obviously brought great pressure to Jinlin, and even smoked a cigarette.

    In a few minutes, Jinlin snuffed out his cigarette butt and took a deep breath of the Northeast summer air.

    I''m in a bad mood recently. It seems to have something to do with the weather. It has been cloudy, and it rains from time to time. The air is humid, like Jiangnan.

    After several deep breaths, Jinlin felt that his irritability had improved slightly. He turned back to the operating room and continued to wait.

    With the passage of time, Jinlin gradually felt that something was wrong, but he couldn''t tell what was wrong.

    Suddenly, the light near the door of the operating room went out.

    The light outside is bright, but the operating room is dark, like dark mountains in the distance.

    What''s going on? The operation is still going on. Is the light going out?

    It''s not so economical to save costs. Jinlin was confused. He stood up, went to the door and rang the doorbell.

    "Who?"

    The light on the doorbell lights up, and Jinlin knows that he can see himself opposite. This is an access control system with video.

    "How long will old Zhou''s operation take? Sorry to trouble you." Jinlin asked politely.

    "Mr. Zhou... Oh, is it a patient with tracheal tumor? It was sent out twenty minutes ago. There was no family outside. President Xue sent it himself. Are you a family member? Where did you go when the patient went out?"

    The nurse in the operating room spoke a little blunt, with a trace of complaint.

    Back?

    For the first time, Jin Lin felt sad.

    The operation was finished in less than an hour. What does that mean? He knew there was a technique called switching. Open it, take a look, no, close it again.

    Sometimes it''s not good to do surgery quickly.

    "Hurry up and go back. What are you doing here?" said the operating room nurse.

    Jin Lin stood at the door without saying a word.

    The light of the entrance guard went out, and the sound of slippers was heard inside. The iron door of the operating room opened, and a nurse in isolation clothes and Flower Hat put out her head.

    "Are you the patient''s family?"

    "You go back to see the patient. What''s the matter?"

    Jinlin wanted to smile politely, but no matter what he did, his face was only sad. It''s a smile. It''s more ridiculous than crying.

    The nurse was stunned and asked, "are you okay?"

    "I''m fine, please," Jinlin said.

    "It''s strange that the operation went well. Why do you still have such an expression? Are you a relative of the patient? Or..." the nurse said and swallowed the following words.

    “……”

    Jinlin thought he was hearing something. What did he hear just now.

    Seeing the little nurse closing the door, he quickly pulled the door handle and asked, "sorry, I didn''t hear clearly just now. You said the operation was going well?"

    "Yes, after the operation, our Xue yuanle''s mouth couldn''t close." the little nurse said, "I thought the operation would take four or five hours. As soon as my coffee was ready, the operation was finished. Tell me, it''s not a waste."

    Jinlin didn''t listen to the little nurse''s nagging. Even if he was suspicious, he hoped it was true.

    With a bow, Jin Lin quickly walked to the ward and called President Xue.

    "Dean Xue, I just went to smoke a cigarette. Has the operation been completed?"

    "Yes, I didn''t see you when I went out. I thought you had called."

    President Xue''s hearty voice came over the phone, like the sun on a dark cloud, tearing through countless hazes with strong sunlight and shining on the earth, making people warm.

    This is not an attitude to comfort the patient''s family. Even if Jin Lin is not good at communication, he can hear the joy after the successful operation from President Xue''s tone.

    Quickening his pace, Jinlin almost trotted back to the ward.

    "I''m back." President Xue asked.

    Although it was not like what the little nurse said, he couldn''t close his mouth with a smile, the haze on director Xue''s face was cleared away and filled with a full smile.

    "How''s Mr. Zhou?" Jinlin couldn''t wait to ask.

    "Xiao Ming, where have you been? Are you going to smoke again?" a familiar voice came. Jin Lin''s nose was sour and his tears fell.

    Although the voice was not loud, it was not as weak as before. Long winded advice, the same as before.

    Jinlin imagined countless times what he would do if he could go back to the past.

    But when this scene suddenly appeared in front of him, he couldn''t help crying.

    "You child, how old are you? Just cry as you say." old Zhou is half lying on the bed, and Li Zhong squats on the right side, looking at the chest bottle.

    "Mr. Zhou, please cough." Li Zhong interrupted the conversation between Mr. Zhou and Jin Lin.

    "Cough."

    "It''s all right. Mr. Wu is right. It''s OK not to use a breast bottle." Li Zhong stood up and said, "now look, there''s no air leakage."

    "Can you pull out this pipe tomorrow?" asked Mr. Zhou.

    "Mr. Zhou, Mr. Wu can tell me to have a bedside chest film and then pull out the tube the morning after tomorrow. You always hurt me. I dare not say no to Mr. Wu''s doctor''s advice." Li Zhong said with a smile.

    "Wu Mian is too careful, too cautious. Young people don''t look like young people. They don''t have any arrogant and domineering momentum." old Zhou muttered.

    Uh

    Jinlin was stunned when he heard Zhou''s evaluation.

    The face of the young man with clear eyes and words like a knife appeared in front of him again.

    Is it not arrogant and domineering like him? What''s that?!