Stankang saw the reporter's eyes.

This look was very familiar to him. He had seen it countless times since he became famous.

He said with determination on his face.

"As long as it is an operation, there will be success and failure."

"Every time I walk into the operating room, I am full of confidence."

"No matter whether the success rate of the operation is 3% or 100%, Wo will always treat every operation with a 100% good attitude."

"Because performing surgery is not Wo's job, but the mission given to Wo by God!"

Stan Kang's accent is very thick, but his words are sonorous and powerful, and are very contagious.

Suddenly, there was another round of applause and cheers.

"Good good!"

"It's not a job! It's a mission!"

"A doctor with faith!"

"God bless!"

"It's really touching!"

……

Behind the crowd.

Huang Jianguo applauded wildly, making the food packaging bags rattle, and he was not afraid of spilling the soup.

"Being pregnant is saved!"

"Being pregnant is saved!"

"It's saved!"

……

Stankang looked serious and enjoyed the applause of the crowd.

In fact, I felt extremely guilty.

If he had known that so many people were paying attention to this operation, he would not have come here for 100 million US dollars.

When the operation fails tomorrow, his enemies in the beautiful country will spend money to blackmail him, causing his value to plummet.

at this time.

A male reporter was so excited that he asked questions loudly without waiting for Stankang to call his name.

"Dr. Stanley!"

"Then what is the success rate of your own surgery?"

"10%?

The voice just fell.

The scene fell silent, and everyone looked at Stankang expectantly.

At the back of the crowd, Huang Jianguo stood on tiptoes, staring at the back of the head of the male reporter in front of him with disgust, cursing in his heart.

Dogs bark!

What 10%?

Aren't you insulting Dr. Stankang?

There are famous doctors from abroad, and their medicines are so good, how can it be only 10%?

No matter what, it has to be doubled four, five, six... seventy, eighty, ninety times!

……

Stankang looked at the pair of big expectant eyes and felt miserable.

10%?

Isn't that just a joke?

That is a success rate that only God can have!

Stankang said with a serious expression on his face.

"As much as I want to say, yes."

"The success rate of the operation is over 10%!"

"But!"

"But wet, nest must tell the truth."

"The patient's tumor is very deep, surrounding large blood vessels, and there are multiple sets of cranial cord meridians."

"The surgical approach is unclear, which greatly increases the difficulty of the operation."

"The fatality rate and disability rate are extremely high!"

He saw everyone's expressions becoming serious as he spoke, and continued.

"The operation is very difficult."

"The operation takes a long time, more than 12 hours, or even longer."

"This is also a huge challenge to the physical strength, energy and concentration of our medical team."

Having said this, Stankang closed his mouth, his expression as resolute and solemn as a fierce man who could remain silent even under a basket.

The scene was quiet.

Dr. Stankang took a deep breath and spoke his final conclusion loudly.

"Even if I perform the surgery, the success rate is only..."

He held out three fingers.

Immediately, someone behind the crowd asked urgently.

"Thirty percent?"

"Thirty percent?"

"Is it 30%?"

Stankang's heart trembled and he quickly said loudly.

"NO! NO! NO!"

"30% is something only God can catch!"

He raised his arms high and held up three fingers.

"Wo said 3%."

The voice just fell.

There was only a thud, and someone behind the crowd seemed to have fallen.

There was a commotion behind.

Huang Jianguo's legs weakened and he fell to the ground. The wonton bowl in his hand rolled on the ground several times.

He slumped on the ground, his head lowered and his eyes dull.

Although I have known for a long time that the most powerful doctors in the country only have a 3% success rate in surgeries.

I thought this doctor who looked very powerful would have a higher success rate.

The result...is it only 3%?

Perhaps, this surgery really shouldn't be done.

If you don't do this, Huaihuai can live for half a year to a year longer!

suddenly!

Huang Jianguo heard someone exclaim.

"Isn't this Huang Huai's father?"

Immediately afterwards, there was a commotion all around.

Huang Jianguo raised his head blankly.

I saw that I was surrounded by a bunch of reporters, taking pictures of him with their cameras.

"Mr. Huang, how are you feeling now?"

"What do you think of tomorrow's surgery?"

"Do you have any regrets now?"

"How is Huang Huai's mood now?"

"What legacy does she have...does she have anything to tell you?"

"Mr. Huang, Mr. Huang, please speak!"

……

Huang Jianguo felt angry and said angrily.

"Don't make any noise!"

"stop fighting!!!"

The sound was so loud that the surrounding area fell silent.

After Huang Jianguo finished shouting, the anger in his heart suddenly disappeared, leaving only endless sadness.

Empty.

He lowered his head and reached out to grab the packing bag on the ground. He grabbed it several times before grabbing it.

He said in a fast and urgent voice, but without any strength.

"Huaihuai is hungry."

"She wants wontons."

"She likes wontons."

"She's hungry..."

"hungry……"

“Eat wontons…”

Huang Jianguo sat on the ground blankly. After a while, he was about to get up.

Suddenly I heard a dull sound of footsteps.

He looked up.

I saw an aisle separated from the crowd.

Stankang came over, squatted down, reached out and grabbed Huang Jianguo's hand, and made a cross prayer with his right hand.

"God bless you!"

"Amen!"

Huang Jianguo's mind was in chaos, his throat was tight, and he subconsciously whispered something.

"May God..."

"Bless the Buddha!"

The surrounding lights flickered.

At this moment, another sound of high heels sounded.

Light and confident.

Full of power!

Everyone immediately turned their heads to look.

Not far away, I saw a cold lady walking in a gray chiffon shirt, black casual pants, and high heels.

In an instant, they all recognized that this was Qin Xun's girlfriend.

There was a small discussion.

But Xia Ning had no expression on her face, didn't look sideways, and walked straight towards the crowd.

The aura is very strong, like a machete.

Many reporters shut their mouths and stepped aside to clear a path.

Xia Ning walked up to Huang Jianguo and was about to squat down to help him up.

Then he saw Stan Kang walking over quickly with a bright smile.

"hello!"

"Ms. Xia!"

Seeing him open his hands, tilt his neck forward and bring his face towards her.

Xia Ning realized that he wanted to do a kissing ceremony and put his face against hers.

She immediately stretched out her right hand, grabbed the other person's right hand first, and said with a smile.

"Hello, Mr. Stancan!"

Stan Kang had a meal with Xia Ning a few days ago.

Xia Ning spoke to herself in fluent English throughout the whole process, and her manners were elegant and decent, making people feel relaxed and happy.

What a charming woman.

Seeing him now, Stan Kang was very surprised.

Behind the crowd, where no one is paying attention.

Qin Xun narrowed his eyes slightly and glanced at Xia Ning. His cold eyes fell on Shi Dankang's face.

If I don't give this guy a hard time tomorrow, I'll take his surname!

My last name is Shi!

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