Chapter 925: Sick and weak with his wife to conquer the male **** of medicine 7

Chapter 925: Sick and weak with his wife to conquer the male **** of medicine 7

"Okay, Mom promises you whatever you say."

Seeing that her daughter, who has always been simple, has grown up a lot because of the divorce, Mother Ding felt very sad.

"Mom, it's getting late, I'm going to the hospital."

"Mom will come with you, okay?"

Thinking of her daughter going to the hospital to suffer again, Ding's mother immediately red eyes.

"Mom, just go to the hospital for an infusion, I'll go alone, you can rest assured. If you need someone to accompany me, I'll let Peikun go with me."

Mother Ding only thought that her daughter had pneumonia, and she didn't know about her heart. Shu Ange kept it a secret because she was afraid that Ding's mother and Ding would be very old and worried.

Pneumonia is a chronic disease, and Shu Ange stayed in the hospital for two weeks before the inflammation completely subsided. But the original owner's foundation was too weak, and Shu Ange's immunity was much lower than that of ordinary people.

After recovering, Shu Ange planned to take some time to thank Cen Hongwen for his life-saving grace.

But just a few days after rescuing her, Cen Hongwen was invited to a medical forum abroad, and it would take a while to come back.

The day before yesterday, when Shu Ange was in the hospital for an infusion, she heard a few nurses chatting that Cen Hongwen had returned from a meeting, but he had to perform many operations and needed to run for a few days.

Shu Ange calculated the days and planned to go to the hospital to make an appointment for Cen Hongwen's outpatient clinic today, and thank him while checking his body.

There were a lot of people registering. Shu Ange was waiting on a chair in the hospital corridor. When her number was called, she got up with a thick medical record and walked towards the 503 consultation room.

"Tuk, tuk, tuk..." Shu Ange knocked on the door with a subtle mood.

"Come in."

A deep and slightly hoarse male voice came through the door of the consultation room.

When Shu Ange turned the door handle and walked in, Cen Hongwen was seriously writing on the paper with his head down.

"sit down."

Cen Hongwen didn't lift his head, motioning Shu Ange to sit down.

"Doctor Cen, long time no see."

Shu Ange smiled heartily, in a familiar tone of reunion with old friends.

Cen Hongwen put down his pen and raised his head. He glanced at Shu Ange. He had seen this patient before.

He had a deep memory of this face, but now she is very different from you, with a rosy look on the pale cheeks of the person who came.

A faint smile made that face look softer and more beautiful.

"Do you remember me?"

Shu Ange asked with a smile, Cen Hongwen was stunned, raised his eyebrows, and laughed: "I'm afraid it's hard to forget, after all, there are too few patients who want to die, let alone so young."

Cen Hongwen's poisonous tongue is well-known throughout the hospital. So many colleagues would ridicule him in private, if it weren't for your good looks, the dean's mailbox would have been bombed long ago.

After listening to everyone's well-meaning advice, Cen Hongwen didn't take it to heart.

He is not afraid of complaints, nor is he afraid that patients hate him. Scientific research shows that patients are more likely to comply with their doctor's orders when they are straightforward.

"What is your name."

After the poisonous tongue, Cen Hongwen brought the topic to the right track and asked Shu Ange's name.

In fact, for him, reading the medical record book later is enough to learn her name and information.

But Cen Hongwen wanted to hear her say it herself, which was a strange habit.

"Ding Peijun, the jade pendant, the gentleman's prince."

Shu Ange smiled lightly and explained word by word, with clear and moving eyes.

"Ding Peijun." Cen Hongwen asked routinely, "Did you buy the progress records of your previous examination and treatment?"

Shu Ange nodded and replied politely, "Bring it."

Then she added: "The last inspection was two weeks ago, and it's all here, please take a look."

Because of gratitude and courtesy, Shu Ange held the medical record book in both hands and handed it over.

Cen Hongwen took it and didn't speak.

He gathered his eyes slightly, stared at the medical record with a focused expression, and turned the paper page by page with a pair of slender fingers.

Shu Ange held her breath. Cen Hongwen was the most powerful doctor in the cardiac surgery department of the Kyoto Hospital. The result of his trial was extremely important to her and the original owner.

"I just looked at your examination records. With the current medical level, surgery is not a problem at all. It's just..." Cen Hongwen paused and raised his head, his dark eyes fixed on Shu Ange.

"However, what..."

Shu Ange clenched his palms, his face unconsciously showing a bit of unease.

Seeing her like this, Cen Hongwen suddenly felt a little unbearable, withdrew the threatening joke and lowered his voice: "However, because you usually pay too much attention to your body and your body is so bad, the specific operation time is still unknown. It depends on your physical condition.”

Cen Hongwen is the best and most outstanding chief surgeon in cardiac surgery in China. Since he can do what he says, he is 90% sure.

Shu Ange was overjoyed when he heard this, and hurriedly said, "Thank you, Dr. Cen, I will take good care of my body and strive to reach the physical target for surgery as soon as possible."

"That's the best thing. When you are a patient, you must have the consciousness of being a patient, and don't be stubborn when you are idle. You only have one life. Don't talk about cherishing life, stay up all night, drink coffee, play games and spoil your body."

Shu Ange couldn't help laughing at Cen Hongwen's old-fashioned advice. There are too few doctors as young and individual as him.

"What are you laughing at?"

Cen Hongwen closed the medical record with an inexplicable face, and returned it to Shu Ange, ready to welcome the next patient.

Shu Ange didn't leave in a hurry, she smiled lightly, got up and bowed to Cen Hongwen.

"The last time I received Dr. Cen's help, Pei Jun is very grateful. Otherwise, Dr. Cen, maybe I would be dead now."

After bowing involuntarily and thanking him, Shu Ange handed Cen Hongwen two notebooks while receiving the medical records.

"I'll ask Dr. Cen to accept it for a trivial personal feeling."

The hospital clearly forbids receiving red envelopes and other finances. Cen Hongwen has a good family background, and he is not a person with shallow eyelids and only interests.

Cen Hongwen originally wanted to directly reject Shu Ange's gift, but after turning his eyes and seeing the word "chess record" on the cover, he was stunned for a moment and asked, "This is a chess record, what chess record?"

"It's the only Go book I collected." Shu Ange nodded, smiling like a flower, "I heard that Dr. Cen likes to play Go, and I just accidentally collected two Go books before, I hope you don't think the gift is too thin. "

Of course, these are all excuses made by Shu Ange. She was originally a master of Go, and she has read many rare chess manuals, so it is not difficult to write down two books.

Before Shu Ange, she heard from the nurse that Cen Hongwen likes Go, so she liked it and wrote this book.

People who love chess and become crazy can rarely resist the temptation of chess manuals, especially if they are alone.

(So ​​sleepy, everyone go to bed early)