Chapter 871: Blood clot.

"..."
Jiang Beiyuan pressed his lips tightly, and confronted Wang Shuang.
Wang Shuang was very determined this time, with an old face, and he couldn't let him refuse.
Time passed by every minute...
Jiang Beiyuan finally compromised. He closed his eyes again and rubbed the center of his eyebrows.
"It's up to you, I only have one condition."
"I know what it is, don't worry, I promise you, I won't tell your wife and children."
"Ok."
The carriage fell into silence again.
...
Wang Shuang had a good relationship with the director of a Grade A hospital in Licheng, so he contacted Jiang Beiyuan and directly checked.
It will take three hours for the film to come out. During these three hours, Wang Shuang sat on a bench in the corridor, looked at the man by the window, and made a phone call.
The outside sunlight fell on him, and the shards of light from his delicate eyebrows over his broad shoulders made his whole person unreal.
Jiang Beiyuan.
Wang Shuang lit a cigarette, squinted slightly, and took two bites.
From the first time he came to the center, he knew that this man was stunning.
If this stunning beauty suddenly disappeared into the world, it would be a pity.
Jiang Beiyuan leaned against the window sill, rubbing his forehead. He didn't talk much, usually just a hum, then his thin lips moved, saying two or three words.
The call was finally finished, he walked over, Wang Shuang was curious: "Who is calling, so long?"
"My son."
"Oh, Qingchi?"
"Otherwise I have other sons?" Jiang Beiyuan looked arrogantly.
"Fighting with my son for three hours? Really?"
Wang Shuang was dubious.
"It's more sticky to me, thinking about me when I go out."
Jiang Beiyuan's mobile phone was copied into his pocket, and his right hand holding the mobile phone was copied into his pocket.
"Yes, although the parents are worried about traveling thousands of miles, but the parents are going out, and the children are also worried about it. I am pregnant with twins like this. Double happiness is coming, very good!"
"..."
Jiang Beiyuan did not speak.
His face didn't have the joy of being a father, but instead was solemn and serious.
The film came out.
The portfolio was handed over to Wang Shuang.
Wang Shuang and Jiang Beiyuan walked to a room, and the two sat down on the sofa. On the opposite side of the sofa was a male doctor in a white coat. This was the director of the hospital and the director of the brain department. His name was Niu.
Dean Niu looked at the film, and then suddenly frowned.
He looked at Jiang Beiyuan.
"Did you... have been in a car accident before, or have you been hit by another?"
"Car accident."
For this, Jiang Beiyuan did not deny.
Three years ago, he did have a car accident, lost his memory, and forgot everyone except words and thoughts.
Dean Niu nodded, and then pushed the film to Jiang Beiyuan.
Clicked on the top of his brain CT.
"Here, there is a blood clot measuring less than one centimeter, with a thickness of about 0.8 and a cumulative area of ​​4.5. It is estimated to be the sequelae of your last car accident."
"This blood clot doesn't look big, it should be easier to deal with!" Wang Shuang said by the side, his brows stretched.
Although he is not a cardio-cerebrovascular department, watching this film, he also understands the priorities.
It's not a big problem!
Unexpectedly, Dean Niu shook his head solemnly, bent his fingers and tapped the blood clot.
"This is not the epidural, but the internal capsule. Although the blood clot is not big, but in his case, he can't take medicine and he can only do surgery. If a craniotomy, the success rate of surgery is about 70%. about."