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"I will, but you have to get better and supervise me."

Qin Mo didn't hear clearly, but he could probably understand what he wanted to express. His deep brows were lowered, and he held the old man's hand tightly.

After a while, the medical staff came to remind the time.

Qin Mo said in a deep voice, "Take a good rest and don't think about it, nothing will happen."

The old man smiled and nodded.

Just as Jiang Wansheng was about to leave with Qin Mo, he suddenly thought of something, turned around and leaned into the old man's ear, pretending to be brisk and whispered: "Uncle, you need to get well soon, I still need elders for my wedding with Qin Mo witness."

"Maybe, you can still see me and his child in good health. I still want you to name me."

Hearing this, the old man's eyes obviously lit up, and the electrocardiogram beside him fluctuated a little.

The old man stared at Jiang Wansheng with wide eyes, as if to confirm whether what she said was true or not.

Jiang Wansheng rolled his eyes and softly reassured him, "I won't lie to you, take care of yourself, or you won't be able to see your little grandson or granddaughter."

The old man's eyes were narrowed with laughter, and a dull and vague voice pierced through the mask, "One... definitely..."

Qin Mo stood at the door, waiting for her to walk over.

After leaving the door, Qin Mo asked quietly, "What did you say?"

Jiang Wansheng blinked in a mysterious way, "Secret."

She was too embarrassed to tell him face to face.

Qin Mo smiled lightly and didn't ask any further questions.

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The old man's operation plan came out the next night. In the huge discussion hall, the Qin family and the medical team sat together. The leading doctor faced the gaze of the Qin family and said bravely, "After our discussion, we have decided to Perform transcatheter aortic valve implantation for Mr. Qin, this kind of surgery does not require chest opening, less trauma and faster postoperative recovery."

"This minimally invasive surgical approach can significantly reduce mortality and ensure postoperative quality of life."

Qin Song: "Then use this."

Several doctors looked at each other in blank dismay, somewhat confused: "However, only three cases of this kind of operation have been successfully performed in China so far. The operation is relatively difficult, and we cannot fully guarantee that it will be foolproof."

As soon as these words came out, the hall immediately fell into silence.

Qin Mo sat in the main seat, crossed his legs, tapped irregularly on the table with his slender fingers, and broke the silence with a voice, "Any other plans."

The doctor quickly responded: "That is the traditional mitral annuloplasty, but the risk is extremely high. Mr. Qin may not be able to get off the operating table. Even if the operation is successful, there is a high probability of postoperative complications and recurrence."

One is to take a desperate risk, and the other is to escape from death. It is difficult to choose between adversity and retreat.

Qin Weizhao suppressed his crying and turned his head away from the crowd, only his shoulders were still shrugging uncontrollably.

Jiang Wansheng looked at Qin Mo's back, understanding his difficulty with empathy.

The knocking sound on the table was clearly audible in the dead silence, and it took a full 2 ​​minutes for the sound to stop.

He opened his lips coldly, "Put it in."

Although the failure rate is extremely high, instead of letting him live in pain and hardship, he would rather take risks, maybe in exchange for his healthy life in the end.

Letting that old man who has always been strong stay in bed for the next few days will make him more uncomfortable than killing him.

Everyone unanimously handed over the right to choose to Qin Mo, and agreed to any decision made at this moment.

They knew exactly what he was thinking.

The doctor breathed a sigh of relief, stood up and solemnly assured them: "We will do our best."

The Qin family also stood up, and everyone looked solemn.

Qin Mo walked over to shake hands with the leading doctor, and said seriously, "I'm counting on you."

The doctor made some trembling assurances.

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The operation was arranged three days later, and the old man accepted the plan calmly.

After postoperative preparations and cooperation with multiple experts, the operation time for the old man arrived as scheduled.

The old man with an old and weak face in a hospital gown was lying on a mobile bed and was slowly pushed into the operating room.

Before he was about to go in, he held Jiang Wansheng's hand, his eyes had some unusual brilliance.

Jiang Wansheng smiled, and I don't know how many times he promised him, "Don't worry, I will do what I say, and don't break your promise to us."

Everyone watched in surprise as the old and the young played charades.

After hearing these words, the old man calmed down strangely, took a deep look at Qin Mo, and was immediately pushed into the operating room.

The old man lying on the bed is cut off from view by the closed door.

They stood outside the door, waiting for a miracle...

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Since transcatheter aortic valve implantation is a minimally invasive procedure, the operation time is about one to two hours, not very long.

Everyone did not leave and waited outside in silence.

Qin Mo stood aside with his arms around Jiang Wansheng's shoulders.

Qin Weizhao hugged Ning Wan, his delicate face was dull.

……

The light at the door finally dimmed after being looked at countless times.

Everyone's hearts are hanging high, waiting for the final judgment.

The doctor came out, and before anyone asked, he took off his mask excitedly: "Successful, successful!"

"The old man is strong-willed, and he survived!"

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Qin Weizhao cried with excitement.

Jiang Wansheng threw himself into the man's arms, weeping with joy.

Qin Mo's tense muscles relaxed, he caught the girl who rushed forward, and hugged him tightly, the lingering fear of the rest of his life lingering in his heart.

He hooked the corners of his mouth imperceptibly, with the girl's soft black hair in his palm, he felt at ease like never before.

After the operation, the old man was transferred to the intensive care unit for observation, and no one was allowed to visit.

These days, everyone is staying in the hospital, almost out of their wits and in a bit of a panic.

Now I am finally relieved, exhaustion swept over in an instant.

The facilities in the private hospital are relatively complete, and the Qin family has a fixed lounge. The Qin Hui family will stay here first, and let everyone go to rest first.

Jiang Wansheng dragged Qin Mo to the lounge.

He hasn't closed his eyes these days, and the faint blue color under his eye sockets is a bit obvious on his cold and fair skin. He is already tired enough to bear the pressure and worries these days.

As soon as Jiang Wansheng arrived in the lounge, he ordered him domineeringly: "You go take a shower first, and then go to sleep quickly."

Qin Mo looked lazily at Jiang Wansheng giving orders, his eyes were blatantly indulgent, he curled his lips with a half-smile, and said, "Okay, but I can't sleep alone."

Jiang Wansheng only wanted to let him rest, so he said without thinking, "I'll sleep with you, don't delay."

As he spoke, he pushed him to the bathroom.

Qin Mo raised his eyebrows and walked into the bathroom helplessly.

When closing the door, he gave Jiang Wansheng a meaningful look.

Jiang Wansheng didn't understand the meaning of his eyes.

Ten minutes later, a man's voice came from the bathroom.

"Jiang Tiantian."

Jiang Wansheng was preparing a change of clothes for a shower when he heard the sound and walked to the door of the bathroom.

"What's the matter, haven't you washed it yet?"

Qin Mo's low voice came out indistinctly, "It's finished, but I can't get out."

Jiang Wansheng was confused, and asked unguardedly: "What?"

Qin Mo smiled lowly, "Tiantian, do you know that you don't have time to get the clothes for the little uncle?"