Chapter 285 Making Accidents
At the end of this morning, Uncle Wen felt that he was going crazy!
I have looked for all kinds of places I can think of, but I can't find the figure I am thinking about!
Near noon, the high sun was blazing, and Uncle Wen looked depressed and returned to his residence.
Before he approached the door, he saw a figure wandering nearby from a distance. Uncle Wen was slightly stunned, and his mind carried away by joy made him rush forward regardless and grabbed each other's shoulders: "Qing Ye!"
"Hmm?"
The other party turned his head, looked gentle, wore a pair of glasses, and was a strange face.
Uncle Wen retracted his hand in embarrassment: "Sorry, I mistook the wrong person..."
"It doesn't matter," the other party raised glasses and smiled politely. "Are you looking for Wen Qingye? What a coincidence, so am I."
"Yes, I am his father." Uncle Wen's eyes revealed some doubts. "Are you...?"
"Oh!" The other party suddenly realized, patted his head and pulled out a business card from his jacket pocket. "I am a professor in the computer department of Imperial Capital University. I have read your son's information. He is intelligent and suitable for entering our computer department..."
Uncle Wen didn't expect the admissions office to come to you at this time.
He decadent wave: "Thank you, but Qing Ye has chosen Notting University, I'm afraid I can only live up to your good intentions."
The professor gave a gentle "ah" and expressed regret: "Is this the case?... I am late."
Wen Qingye is hungry and tired now, unable to deal with people. He nodded to the professor, turned and opened the door, and planned to go in.
"Mr. Rowan, wait!" The professor suddenly grabbed his sleeve and forced the business card into his pocket.
Uncle Wen looked back in surprise: "... is this?"
Unexpectedly, he looked at a pair of sincere eyes.
The professor smiled: "We are also predestined friends. Leave a contact information. If you have any difficulties in the future, you can call me at any time."
Uncle Wen put his hand into his pocket and rubbed the edge of the business card. His mind moved slightly.
"I..."
...
Early the next morning.
"Sir, this is the result of bone marrow pairing." The private doctor respectfully handed over a paperwork.
Fang Zhi took it and glanced up. He smiled with satisfaction: "Yes, start the operation now."
Fang Ruonan has been weak since childhood. In order to ensure that he can be rescued at any time, Fang Jia set up a private operating room in the courtyard early, so he didn't need to go to the hospital and avoided a lot of trouble.
Local chronicles stood at the door of the operating room, pushed open the door and poked their heads in.
Through the shadowy white gauze, we can only faintly see a figure lying on the stage without any movement.
Local chronicles close the door.
He is still a little uneasy, and confessed to the private doctor on the side: "When you give him anesthesia later, remember to break his leg by the way, so as to save him from going back on his word and trying to escape."
The doctor opened his mouth and wanted to say, "In fact, it is not necessary." However, when he opened his mouth, he still responded deferentially: "Yes."
Fang Zhi thought and thought, and his face showed a little gloomy: "After the operation, you make a small accident, and you must let him die on the operating table-after all, the dead can't speak."
He is worried about the reputation of Fang's family.
The doctor had a sudden attack in his heart. He pretended to be calm and answered again: "Yes."
When it was time for the operation, the private doctor changed his white coat, put on rubber gloves and turned into the operating room.