In the morning, Luo Jianling did not come. After all, she had such a big club there, so it was impossible to get involved in the matter of Tongyier every day. Moreover, since Ling Jingru said that, Luo Jianling also deliberately avoided Wu Di. How could she fall in love with that young boy? It is impossible, absolutely impossible. He is just a composer with a little talent, and he is just two people who are completely out of touch with him.

However, Luo Jianling could not explain why she was so concerned about what he asked her to do. Even if Tong Shier was loving, she could only place them in the hospital. Also, why did she learn from Tong Dahai that he was coming to the capital, and she couldn't wait to greet them at the airport. Is it just to see that Sister Jingru? Moreover, she also lived in the house that she had used her greatest thoughts to decorate. You must know that that house is the most private place for her, and it is her ideal place to avoid the hustle and bustle of the world. Even her brother didn't know that she had that place. Now, she let them live in without hesitation.

Luo Jianling couldn't explain all this, so she chose to escape.

Wu Di naturally didn't know what Luo Jianling was thinking now. He and Ling Jingru came to the hospital after they were cleaned up.

Tong Dahai and Aunt Fang were also there. The doctor had just checked Tong Liner, but the condition was still the same, and the pulsational hypertension did not decrease. However, the doctor said it was a little better than the one I checked yesterday. Perhaps, this was just a word of encouragement, and the doctor would almost say this after the examination every day.

When Wu Di and Ling Jingru entered the courtyard, Tong Dahai was standing in the corridor smoking, and there was no joy, anger, sorrow, and joy on his face.

"Uncle Tong, how is Xian'er's condition?" Wu Di accelerated his pace and walked towards Tong Dahai.

Tong Dahai smiled a little, pointed to the rattan chair in the corridor and said, "You are here, sit down."

The 301 senior special care wards are not like those ordinary special care wards. They are all modern and still maintain the characteristics of the old capital Sihe Hospital, wooden beds and eight immortal tables. However, the medical level here is by no means comparable to those modern special care wards. The lowest-level nursing staff serving here are all with the rank of a second lieutenant, and here, you can't live in just as much as you have money.

The three of them sat down around the small table. Tong Dahai took a puff of cigarettes and brewed for a long time before speaking: "Yesterday, I talked with the attending doctor of Xin'er for a long time. Miss Luo also invited cardiac surgery experts from Northeast Army Hospital to consult for the consultation two days ago. Everyone thinks that it is better for Xin'er to take conservative treatment now. Maybe after recuperation, the condition will turn around. According to Xin'er's current physical condition, the risk of this surgery is too great."

"Conservative treatment?" Wu Di narrowed his eyes.

Tong Dahai took a deep breath, nodded gently, and said something no one wanted to hear: "Conservative treatment can only last for about half a year. If the pulsating hypertension in the timeline of the six months cannot be reduced, then the surgery will be allowed."

Wu Di's eyes twitched. The forced surgery means that the success rate of the surgery will be very, very low.

Ling Jingru couldn't help asking for what Wu Di didn't ask: "Uncle Tong, how successful is the surgery of the sister Shi Er?"

Tong Dahai closed his eyes in pain, trying to escape this problem that he had never wanted to face.

Wu Di pinched Ling Jingru's little hand.

Tong Dahai sighed and said quietly: "Maybe, Shi'er has only been here for half a year."

Ling Jingru covered her little mouth in surprise. Maybe she had guessed the result, but when she heard the result with her own ear, she still couldn't help but lose her composure. After all, Tong Xiner's look of pity had been deeply imprinted into her mind.

Wu Di pondered for a moment and said, "Uncle Tong, why don't we take the line abroad to try it."

In the 1990s, China's cardiac surgery medical level was far inferior to that of some developed countries abroad. This was also the only place where Wu Di could help Tong Dahai's family now. He now had nothing but some money.

Tong Dahai smiled bitterly: "Forget it, let it go to fate."

The expert from the Army Hospital invited by Luo Jianling also suggested to him that he would send the child's wife to the United States for medical treatment, but he consulted about the medical expenses and had to give up this idea. This medical expenses are definitely a sky-high price, and even if he is poor, he will never be able to afford the medical expenses for his whole life.

"If it is because of medical expenses, please rest assured. Uncle Tong, I will find a way." Wu Di said.

Tong Dahai smiled bitterly and shook his head: "301 Hospital is already the top medical institution in our country, and it is not much worse than those foreigners. If you send the thread out, it will be a waste of money."

Tong Dahai said this sentence a little insincerely. He was not unaware that some foreign medical levels were indeed higher than domestic medical levels, with hundreds of thousands of medical expenses. Even if Wu Di sincerely wanted to advance the money for himself, what would he have to pay for the money?

Wu Di narrowed his eyes and stopped talking. He still had to ask the experts about this matter before making a decision. He knew that he would definitely not be able to get an answer from Tong Dahai's mouth now. It seems that he had to ask Luo Jianling for this matter again.

"Uncle Tong, let's go and take a look at the thread." Wu Di stood up with Ling Jingru's hand.

Ling Jingru twisted for a moment, stood up with Wu Di, looking reluctant.

Tong Dahai nodded at Wu Di, and did not follow Wu Di into the house, but took out a cigarette from the cigarette box on the small table. Over the past period of time, his cigarette volume was rising like his blood pressure.

Stepping into the door of the outside room, Ling Jingru grabbed Wu Di and whispered: "Xiao Di, let's help the line."

Wu Di smiled at her: "Don't worry, I know it in my heart."

Money is not a big problem. Even if Wu Di doesn’t have so much money now, he still has so many excellent assets there, and money is just a matter of time for him.

Tong Xuer was leaning against the head of the bed, leaning against the painting clip on his bent legs, and was painting attentively. When he heard the door ringing, Tong Xuer raised his head and saw Wu Di and Ling Jingru, with sweet smiles on his face.

"You are here, I'm painting for you two, but if you are not here, I can't draw well."

Wu Di and Ling Jingru also smiled on their faces. Wu Di said to Tong Xianer with a smile: "Does Sister Xianer want to take revenge? Then let's do it. I'll blow up the bunker today. Come on, but we agreed in advance. You can't draw me too fat. If I draw it too fat, I should slaughter it, then I'll turn into braised pork."

Tong Xuer giggled: "I'm not as bad as you."

Ling Jingru smiled and kicked Wu Di with a small foot, leaned over to look at the paintings drawn by Tong Xuer: "Let me see what Sister Xuer painted me like."

On the drawing paper, under the snowy cold plum tree, the two of them were snuggling together, as if they were enjoying the plums and snow. The man looked like Wu Di, with a faint smile between his eyebrows and eyes, and a smirk was raised at the corner of his mouth, but the eyes were filled with a strong warmth, which combined Wu Di's expressions, which were very vivid. However, the face of the girl who was snuggling in Wu Di's arms was a little blurred, and she could vaguely tell that she was Ling Jingru's appearance, but she could only say that she was similar in shape but not in spirit, far less full than Wu Di's image on the drawing paper.

"Wow, it's so beautiful." Ling Jingru shouted exaggeratedly. This was the first time she saw Tong Shi'er painting. Moreover, with Ling Jingru's appreciation level, she was already very satisfied with the fact that she had a bit of similarity, not to mention that this painting made Wu Di's painting so vivid.

Tong Xuer smiled and said, "Sister Jingru, I haven't polished it yet. When I am revising it, I will give this painting to you as your wedding gift, okay?"

The polishing mentioned by Tong Shin-er is actually to repair Ling Jingru's facial expression. She needs to see the real Ling Jingru, rather than being imprinted in her mind like Wu Di.

"Thank you so much for Sister Xian'er. This painting is the most expensive gift I have ever received." Ling Jingru smiled happily.

Wu Di chuckled and leaned over and looked at himself on the drawing paper: "Well, you have a good foundation. If you practice for a few years, you will be able to catch up with my level."

Tong Xuer and Ling Jingru leaned together and giggled. Ling Jingru stretched out their little hand and shaved on her face: "Shame, you will never be able to get to the level of Sister Lin'er in your whole life."

Tong Xuer raised his hand to cover his little mouth, and the cuffs brought a corner of the drawing paper. Wu Di, with sharp eyes, swept another painting under the drawing paper.

Three cute little pigs sat on a big rock with a smile.

Wu Di couldn't help but clenched his fists and coughed softly.

[Thanks to Igor, the rewards from two friends, Bangzi* Radish, the next little high will arrive soon. The gathering together is the high point of Wu Di's trip to the capital, and it is also a turning point in the story of this book. So, the preparation is almost enough. Some friends should have guessed something after seeing so many preparations. Cough, let's not talk about it, Lao Zui is already waiting for Bangzi and Radish to arrive at the same time. Hehe, he stole the IP of Bangzi* Radish friends, what, anyway, our strange book has been plagiarized from beginning to end, so Lao Zui plagiarized the name of his friend, hehe, borrow, borrow.]
Chapter completed!