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The brain examination report came out at noon the next day.

According to the report, there was a small congested area in Bai Juyi's brain, which just oppressed the optic nerve, causing her vision to be blurred.

"How could this be?" Zhan Mu frowned, "How can there be blood when everything is fine?"

"Of course there will be no congestion." The doctor said, "During the mudslide, Ms. Bai may have been hit by a stone or some heavy object on the brain, but because there was no obvious trauma, no relevant investigations were done at that time. examine."

"Why didn't you give her a full body check?" Zhan Mu was furious and slapped the table hard.

The doctor made a soothing gesture, trying to calm her down: "Miss Bai didn't say she had a headache or was hit by a hard object at the time."

"Her ribs are broken, how painful it must be, the attention must be on the ribs, how can there be a headache?"

The doctor sighed and said, "I think you need to calm down, and then we can discuss the treatment method."

Zhan Mu took a deep breath, calmed down his emotions, and then asked: "Then how to treat it?"

The doctor took off his glasses, picked up the cup and took a sip of water, then said slowly: "We need an operation to remove the congestion."

Zhan Mu's face darkened, he stared at the doctor and asked, "Does it mean to have a craniotomy?"

"Correct."

Zhan Mu clenched his fists involuntarily.

"What's the success rate?"

The doctor pondered for a while and said, "About [-]%."

What Zhan Mu heard was: "There is a [-]% risk of failure?"

"The success rate has already exceeded 50.00%." ​​The doctor reminded her, "And we will organize a group of experts to hold meetings and study in order to find the best solution and maximize the success rate."

Zhan Mu stood up noncommittal, and walked out of the doctor's office.

Back in the ward, Bai Juyi was sitting on the bed quietly admiring the row of yellow and orange sunflowers by the wall.

Seeing that Zhan Mu came back, he asked with a smile, "Has the inspection report come out? What did the doctor say?"

Zhan Mu sat next to Bai Juyi, touched her head, and asked without answering, "Mr. Bai, when the mudslide came, did you ever get hit on the head by something?"

Bai Juyi tilted his head and thought for a while, then said uncertainly: "It seems to be there, I blocked it with my hand, I was almost buried alive at that time, I just ran forward desperately, I don't remember the details."

Zhan Mu pressed her head to his shoulder.

Bai Juyi was sensitive to Zhan Mu's emotions.

"What did the inspection report say? Is there a tumor?"

Zhan Mu immediately said, "Bah, bah, bah!"

As the person involved, Bai Juyi had an even more relaxed expression than Zhan Mu.

"Then tell me what's going on?"

Zhan Mu rubbed his cheek against the tip of her nose, and said in a calm tone: "The doctor said that there is a small congested blood in your brain that is pressing on the optic nerve, and a minor operation is needed to remove the congested blood."

Bai Juyi nodded, his expression as usual.

"When will the surgery be arranged?"

Zhan Mu didn't expect Bai Juyi to be so calm, and instead became a little restless.

"I know a very authoritative brain expert abroad, and I want to invite him to operate on Mr. Bai."

Zhan Mu remembered that two years ago, a politician who was very close to her father had a stroke and needed a craniotomy. The expert happened to be visiting the local area, and was immediately invited to be the chief surgeon, and the operation was performed beautifully .

Zhan Mu can't let Bai Juyi take risks, he must invite the best doctor to treat her.

Bai Juyi remained calm, and said with a smile: "Then please trouble Young Master Zhan to make arrangements."

Zhan Mu was very efficient, and when she turned around, she called the daughter of the politician. She had a good relationship with the young lady, and she easily got the number of the well-known brain expert.

"How can Young Master Zhan thank me?" Fang asked with a charming smile.

Zhan Mu said: "I'm outside now, and I'll invite you to have a good meal at Zuibaxian when I go back."

The eldest lady has never eaten delicacies from mountains and seas, so she doesn't care about Zhan Mu's meal.

"Anyway, I have a favor with Young Master Zhan, so I will write it down."

"Okay, I owe you a favor. If you, Miss Gu, need me in the future, I will definitely go up the mountain of swords and go down into the sea of ​​fire, and I will not hesitate to do so."

The other party then smiled with satisfaction: "Young Master Zhan, don't worry, I will definitely not be willing to let Young Master Zhan go down the mountain of swords and seas of fire. I just hope Young Master Zhan will remember my kindness in his heart."

Zhan Mu laughed twice and cut off the phone.

The name of the brain specialist was Jon, who was from Hamburg. Zhan Mu contacted him personally and expressed his request to invite him to perform surgery on his friend.

Originally, Jon was not very happy. First, he had to travel a long distance. Second, after listening to Bai Juyi's inspection report, he felt that there was no need for him to be the surgeon.

Seeing that he refused to let go, Zhan Mu had to move his father out.

When Jon came to inspect that year, the government arranged for reception staff to entertain him, and one of them was Zhan Guoqiang, so there was a little friendship between the two.

As soon as Jon heard Zhan Guoqiang's name, he really hesitated, thought for a while, and finally agreed.

"But next week," he said, "because I have a very important operation this Friday."

So the two made an appointment to meet next Monday, and Zhan Mu also said that he would pick him up at the airport in person.

Because of Bai Juyi's poor eyesight, Zhan Mu didn't want to leave her even more.

On the second day after learning the test results, Zhan Mu specially made lean meat soup with carrots and dragon fruit flowers at home, put it in a thermos, and brought it to the hospital for Bai Juyi to drink.

When she reached the door, she was about to raise her hand to knock, but suddenly stopped.

Because she saw Bai Juyi sitting on the bed, reaching for something on the bedside table.

Her movements were very slow, like slow motion in a movie. Her slender and well-proportioned fingers groped forward in an exploratory posture. First, she came across a vase with sunflowers in it. Then he stretched his hand to the other side.

Zhan Mu felt his throat tighten, and the hand holding the thermos tightened unconsciously.

Bai Juyi's fingers landed on the disposable cup next to the vase, her expression softened, she obviously found what she was looking for.

It's just that when I picked it up, I didn't know why I didn't hold it firmly, and the water glass fell to one side, and a small half of the water inside poured out instantly, flowing everywhere.

Zhan Mu felt a sharp pain in his heart, and hurried forward.

"Master Zhan?" Bai Juyi heard the footsteps and turned his face slightly.

Zhan Mu couldn't help staring at her eyes, and found that those black eyes that were supposed to be clear and bright were a bit dazed and troubled.

"Is Teacher Bai thirsty?" Zhan Mu put the thermos away, and then took a few paper towels to wipe the water stains on the bedside table.

"Yeah, my throat is a bit dry." Bai Juyi retracted her hands, clasped her hands and placed them on her lap, smiling calmly, as if the scene of knocking over the water glass just now had never happened.

"I made soup, don't drink water, drink soup." Zhan Mu opened the lid of the thermos bottle and poured out the soup inside.

Bai Juyi praised: "It smells so good."

Zhan Mu picked up the bowl, scooped up some soup with a spoon, and brought it to Bai Juyi's mouth: "I just poured it into a thermos when the temperature was just right. Come, have a taste."

Bai Juyi drank in a hurry, obviously really thirsty.

"How does Teacher Bai feel about watching things now?" Zhan Mu fed her another spoonful of soup.

"It's still blurry," Bai Juyi didn't hide it, and maybe he felt that he couldn't hide it, so he said truthfully, "It feels blurrier than before, everything is like a mosaic."

Zhan Mu couldn't imagine what it would be like to have everything around him covered with mosaics, and the scene of Bai Juyi's inability to hold a cup just now kept replaying in his mind, and his heart ached for a while.

"I have already contacted Jon, the world's most famous brain expert, and he will come here to perform surgery on you next Monday."

Zhan Mu felt that these words were not so much comforting Bai Juyi, but rather comforting herself.

Because Bai Orange Yi's expression was as calm as ever, without the slightest ripple.

"Well, okay." Hearing such news, she just smiled lightly, as if she didn't really care who was her chief surgeon.

Zhan Mu couldn't help sighing.

"Does Teacher Bai seldom get nervous about something?"

"No, I'm actually very nervous." Bai Juyi opened his mouth and took another sip of soup.

Zhan Mu fed very slowly, afraid that she would choke if she was not careful, so he was so careful every time he fed a spoonful.

"That means Mr. Bai doesn't care about his own affairs."

"Not at all." Bai Juyi looked up at Zhan Mu, her eyes were a little scattered, Zhan Mu wasn't sure if she really saw herself clearly, but she knew that Bai Juyi was looking at her very intently at the moment, "I I love myself very much.”

"But Teacher Bai doesn't seem nervous at all..." Zhan Mu expressed his doubts.

Bai Juyi smiled and said, "Because Young Master Zhan is with me to face it, it will be fine."

Zhan Mu was a little surprised, he didn't expect to hear such an answer from Bai Juyi's mouth.She freed up a hand, gently placed it on the back of Bai Juyi's hand, then held it, and said firmly and gently: "Well, with me here, I will be fine."

I don’t know if people look fragile when they are sick, Zhan Mu only thinks that the white orange clothes in his eyes are a trembling pear blossom blooming on the branches, pink and tender, with a cool fragrance, beautiful and delicate Pitiful.

She wanted to pick off the flower, but she felt very sorry for it.

Zhan Mu had never liked someone so much before, until his heart ached.

Painful yet sweet.

The author has something to say:

Little Theater of No Responsibility:

Doctor: "Miss Bai didn't have a physical examination at the time, so I didn't know that she had congestion in her brain."

Zhan Shao: "No need to quibble, I'm going to blow up your hospital!"

Xiao Baiju: "I'm also in this hospital."

Young Master Zhan: "I'll blow up this hospital after I bring Little Orange home!"

doctor:"……"