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It was so slow and difficult.

Wu Qihua's hands looked white because they kept twisting each other.

Xiao Mo unconsciously bit his nails.

This was a minor problem he left behind before. Later, Su Li slapped a lot of effort to correct it, but now she couldn't help biting her nails again.

At this moment, no one cares about correcting his faults.

Wu Sheng himself was as stiff as a sculpture.

"It's benign, it must be benign, it must be benign..."

Wu Sheng repeated one sentence after another in his heart, praying, and the difficulties were next to each other.

Wu Sheng and the others were next to each other outside the operating room.

Bai Xiaomi and Li Li were praying on the TV station, waiting for the news.

Tang Yuanxiao was waiting in the military office and looked at the watch frequently.

He was like a prisoner waiting for the sentence, waiting for the judgment of God.

In the past two days, in my dream, Tang Yuanxiao has been taking Ali for a physical examination.

The key test is the stomach. Whether it is traditional Chinese medicine and Western medicine, I have seen it and have changed several hospitals.

Ali was inexplicably made by him, but because of Tang Yuanxiao's firm attitude and fear in his eyes, he had to compromise.

The results of the inspection are all good.

Ali has some gastritis, but there is no tumor. Just pay attention to maintenance.

But Tang Yuanxiao still felt that it was not possible because Su Li had gastritis earlier and later developed a tumor.

Tang Yuanxiao was afraid that when Su Li's age, Ali was like Su Li and still couldn't escape the curse of appetizing cancer.

Tang Yuanxiao, like Su Li and Wu Sheng, lived like a year in the past two days. Although he could not go to the hospital to guard, he was always paying attention to Su Li's situation in the army.

Life is like a year.

For Wu Sheng, it seemed that after a century, the lights in the operating room finally turned on.

Wu Sheng should have rushed up to ask about the situation all at once, but in the end he found that he could not get up.

He didn't even have the strength to stand up.

So in the end, he sat on the chair, and Xiaomo and Wu Qihua rushed up.

Wu Sheng looked at the doctor tightly, waited for the doctor to pull down his mask, and smiled relievedly, and clearly heard him say:

"The operation is very successful, don't worry too much."

Wu Sheng listened, closed his eyes, took a breath, regained a little strength, and stood up with force.

The doctor looked at Xiao Mo and the others and Wu Sheng, and was very familiar with their expressions.

Many families waiting outside the operating room basically have this expression, which he can understand very well.

"The patient will be pushed out soon and will wake up when the anesthetic is over."

"The specific inspection results will take another week to come out, and you will be notified soon after the results are released."

This test result refers to whether the tumor tissue test is benign or malignant, and it still requires precise tests.

Wu Sheng and the others had known about these processes for a long time, so they nodded quickly after hearing this, but they inevitably wanted to ask.

"Doctor, do you look benign?"

Wu Qihua was the first to ask.

The doctor smiled helplessly, "I knew I couldn't escape this problem."

He sighed, "The specific one still has to wait for the result. I can't say anything. Although I can judge based on my experience, what if I say it wrong?"

It is a lot of torment to say that it is vicious. If it is benign and the result is vicious, then the blow will be imagined.

So he didn't dare to speak easily.

"It's okay, just say that according to your experience, we can accept it no matter whether you say it right or wrong, no matter what the result is. We will definitely not hold you responsible or cause trouble for you at any time."

Wu Qihua hurriedly added, Xiao Mo nodded wildly, "Yes, yes."

The doctor was helpless, "Don't worry, a week will pass soon. It is the most important thing for you to take good care of the patients."

"It is important to maintain an upward and positive attitude. If you do this, it will bring good effects to patients and will bring better therapeutic effects than medicine."

The doctor began to make spiritual chicken soup for Wu Sheng and the others to drink.

This is what they say every time they never tire of, hoping that the patients and their families can listen.

The patient's physical condition, recovery status, and the patient's mentality are crucial.

For the same terminal illness, some patients can survive year after year, while others die soon.

In addition to being related to the disease itself, the most important thing is mentality.

If you have a good attitude, your situation will improve and will be beneficial to your recovery.

And a bad mentality...then you're done.

Some patients, especially those with poor psychological quality or poor mentality, do not die of illness, but are scared to death by illness and scared to death.

Their doctors really don't want to see this.

After the doctor took the chicken soup for the soul, he saw Wu Qihua and Xiaomo nodding like garlic, and he looked like he was determined to speak and left with relief.

Well, it turns out that reporter Su’s family is also very good.

He likes this kind of cooperative obedient patient and patient family members the most. He has vision and politeness and is not difficult to serve.

The doctor left with satisfaction. Although he didn't say the result, it was pretty good looking at his face.

Such a good expression gave Wu Sheng and the others hope.

Su Li was quickly pushed out, and Wu Sheng was the first to pounce on him this time.

Looking at Su Li's quiet sleeping face, although her face was pale, her quietness completely calmed Wu Sheng's manic and rioting heart.

Wu Sheng pulled Su Li's hand without a needle hanging, and Zhenzhi kissed him carefully.

Su Li, it will be good, it must be good.

Su Li was quickly pushed back to the ward. Wu Qihua and Rong's good worker Wu Sheng Xiaomo Dongdong, many of them were guarding her bed, so she could see them at first sight.

See her favorite family.

In the afternoon, Su Li woke up on time as the doctor said.

Looking at the family surrounding him, Su Li smiled without hesitation, showing a weak but sweet enough smile.

This smile made the whole family feel soft.

"Wake up." Wu Sheng's eyes were wet, and he gently touched Su Li's forehead and said softly.

"Wake up." Su Li's voice was small and hoarse, "It made you worry."

"Does it hurt?" Wu Sheng asked immediately.

Su Li pursed her lips, "It's okay now, it's a bit mute."

"If it hurts, tell me, and if it hurts, shout it out, don't bear it."

Wu Sheng immediately reminded, "We must tell the doctor."

Wu Qihua nodded wildly when Su Lisheng was lying silently when he was dongdong.

"Yes, yes, you must shout it out if it hurts."

I kept looking at Su Li, but I kept holding on to the dongdong that I didn't say, and finally found a chance to interrupt.

"I'll blow it to my mother, and it won't hurt if I blow it."

She pouted her mouth and blew, and her little face was filled with empathy pain.

"Mom is sick, Dongdong hurts you."

"Okay, Dongdong hurts mom." Su Li raised her hand slightly, and Dongdong immediately rushed to Su Li's hand.
Chapter completed!