Chapter 193: Wait (2)

Jacques Bai was quietly arranged at the Ivy Hospital closest to the mountain pine forest. He was with the past except for Mervyn Bai and Yunis, as well as several police officers.
The doctor in charge of him also received a treatment plan.
The policemen gathered around the old expert and asked him to rescue Jacques Bai as soon as possible, which would also help them handle the case.
However, the old expert couldn't help. He spread his hand and said, "I can't do much."
Because what should be done in the treatment plan, Jacques Baiquan has finished it on himself. The old expert can only help him tinker with the details.
"He was too himself, and took too much medication, and he basically didn't care about the body's tolerance." The old expert sighed, "Illusions and genetic reversals have led to confusion in memory, and it does not rule out the possibility of worse. "
"that……"
"Look at today's situation."
The result was less than half a day, and Jacques Bai's heart stopped three times, terrifying the waiting people.
The doctors and nurses ran back and forth, and finally stayed in the rescue room.
At 10 o'clock in the morning, Ivy 7th Hospital.
A long row of warning lights in the special operating room went out at almost the same time.
The door that transported the automatic stretcher slowly opened, and the old people who had not been detached from the anesthesia afterwards lay on a stretcher and were safely sent along the track.
The doctors came out one after another and took off their masks. Their faces were tired, but they did not forget to notify the waiting people that "everything went well."
There was a cheer outside the operating room.
Yunis received the news and ran to her father's study room as soon as possible.
"dad--"
Dvor Evers lifted his pale eyes and raised his index finger against his lips, beckoning her to wait.
He leaned against a large desk with one ear wearing ear buckles and a chess piece in his hand. While listening to the report from the person on the other side of the newsletter, he quietly looked at the retro chessboard made on the desktop.
I didn't know what to say, he responded lightly, and asked, "When will it be sent, and will the opportunity be picked?"
He listened for a while, and said, "Hey," he didn't seem too satisfied: "You have followed me for twenty years, how stupid is my son."
Yunis coughed for a while without a word.
Dvor Evers glanced at her, smiled silently, and said to the communication side: "Yuni's throat is inflamed."
Yunis raised her eyebrows and asked, "Who's communication?"
"The two fool assistants you helped me in." Evers said.
"..."
Yunis and the person across the communication started coughing.
Mr. Dvor Evers calmed down and continued to explain to his assistant: "Okay, will the story tell? Quan Dang tells the story, one by one. Time ..."
He paused for a moment, then turned around and asked, "Yuni, when is the trial scheduled?"
Yunis froze: "What court trial?"
"Shaking head case."
"It has been postponed," Yunis said. "It depends on the situation on the other side of the hospital, but it is estimated that it will soon."
Dvor Evers nodded and said to the assistant: "Staring at the court notice, when will the court trial go, and when will it go out."
On the side of the communication, the two assistants whispered a few words, and hesitated--
Attorneys of other people engage in court trials, we are engaged in outside affairs ... Isn't it good? It doesn't matter if you don't know it, but it's all your own?
But the assistant has just been criticized like a fool, a little counsel, not too dare to speak out.
Mr. Everes is a veteran old fox, and just listening to them gasping, they can see what they are thinking about, "Worry about the lawyer?"
"Um ..." The assistant only dared.
"Relax, I've talked about it for a long time. The two of you are not worried. How hard are you?"
Dvor Evers cut off the communication and beckoned Yunis: "Come in, what's wrong, so hurried?"
"Have you received any news from the 7th courtyard?" Yunis came in on her high heels.
"Received." Dvor Evers nodded.
"Is this what you just talked about?" Yunis asked.
"That's not true," Ewes said. "I was just discussing how we should build up ahead of time before dealing with the two Manson boys. We want to provide a friendly cut-in for those who are in the dark They can digest those things when the truth is revealed. "
"If that's the case ..." Yunis said: "Be careful not to give the Manson brothers room to turn around."
"Yeah, I talked briefly to the two lawyers beforehand, and each thought that the shaking of the head case was the best time. Because this case was closely related to the Manson brothers. It's not so easy to retract. Even if they get the wind. "
Yunis narrowed her eyes: "Don't you always dislike chatting with juniors? When did they secretly connect with Gu Yan?"
Mr. Everes smiled: "Then you have wronged me. Have I been impatient when I chatted with you?"
Yunis pouted: "That's different, I'm your own after all."
Ives: "Oh? You can have a good chat with your own? Ask your brother if you agree."
Yunis: "..."
Um ... poor little fool.
She sympathized for two seconds, and then turned back to the topic: "Dad, I want to ask you, the news that the old man had a successful operation, is it better to keep the internal secret, or to let it go better? I am thinking about this matter Make the Manson brothers realize that we have found a treatment plan? "
Ives fiddled with the pawns, instead of answering them directly, but asked with a smile: "You have done so many things quietly but you can't say it. You have to watch Manson's two boys crawling up the head all day long, and you're so strong. You Do you feel suffocated? "
"Alright." Yunis said calmly.
Ives smiled deeper: "You don't have to stand in the position of the head of the Ivy Group to think about it, aside from all the additional identities, just talk about yourself."
Yunis chuckled and said firmly: "I'm suffocating me."
Ives nodded.
He straightened up, randomly picked a point on the board, and threw the pieces in his hand: "There are many people like you. How can you always be so stubborn? It's time for a high profile."
With that said, he blinked at Yunis again: "Remember, the higher the key, the better."
Yunis instantly understood, dragging the tone of "Oh", "The more high-profile announced that we cured the old people, mastered the complete treatment, with the crazy personality of the Manson brothers ... the more they thought of us bluff."
"Smart girl." Everes smiled.
Five minutes later, major websites have released headlines such as "Ivy Hospital to turn the tide", using the most high-profile exaggeration to tell how Ivy saved the dying victims.
The people are actually the most tangible. They are bystanders and have no interest disputes, so what they see at a glance is the direct result—
Was the shaking old man dying before he was victimized?
Yes.
Are you alive now?
Yes.
Did Ivy rule it?
Yes.
Three definite answers are enough for them.
For a time, the popularity of the Ivy League hospitals skyrocketed. The limelight previously robbed by the infection treatment center was back. Those shareholders who stood in a row on the rooftop of the high-rise building also silently climbed down.
As for those who have interests involved, such as Manson, such as Cliff and others, these news are another way of thinking.
They contacted major media and websites for the first time.
It turned out that they only knew what was reported in the report. As for what treatment Ivy used, and to what extent did the victims recover, did they barely survive or have hope for a cure ... They did not know.
Then they tried to inquire inside the Ivy League news,
Then it was discovered that Chun Teng No. 7 Hospital transferred the old people into a private ward.
The private ward is located on the top floor of the inpatient department, with a separate elevator and a separate code. Except for authorized medical staff and immediate family members, no one can enter.
This operation reassured Manson and Cliff instantly--
If those old people have really recovered, there is no big deal, why do n’t you just let it out? This kind of cover-up shows that there must be hidden feelings.
The more people who twist around in their hearts, the less they will believe what they see at a glance.
They lived by themselves, thinking that the Ivy League hospital probably did not find a treatment, but just tried to hang the lives of those old people, so they dared not let it go.
This is another kind of two birds with one stone, Yunis and the old fox are very satisfied.
At the Ivy General Hospital, on the 6th floor of the Gene Building, the lights in the special operating room stayed on all night and remained unextended.
In the waiting room, Qiao put away the screen of the smart phone and said to Gu Yan, "The operation in the 7th hospital is over. Three elderly people have added sterile covers. They need to observe for a few more days, but the probability of another accident is not high. The other old people are smoother and are out of danger. "
Gu Yan still looked at the operating room door and nodded and said, "That's good."
Compared to those old people, they are more troublesome and take a lot longer.
After all, Ke Jin has been ill for a long time, and the gene fragments in Yan Sui's body have been buried for nearly thirty years.
"Jacques White has found it, and the old people have settled, which means that today is a good day, right?"
"Ok."
"Ke Jin and the Dean will surely come out well." Qiao said, suddenly smirking with pleasure: "We are really good brothers, and we have to wait side by side for the surgery."
Gu Yan moved the corner of his mouth.
He has very few words and few expressions.
During this long wait, Joe has been chatting from time to time to help him keep up his spirit. But Joe didn't care, because he knew what Gu Yan had experienced these days and how long he hadn't closed his eyes.
Joe could not understand the taste.
Not far away, the people at the nurse's station came and went, and they have changed two times. The elevator opened and closed, and instruments and various surgical tools brought one cart after another.
Only the two of them sat in the same position.
Like a microcosm of these years.
Six pm.
The cue light that lights up day and night blinks and finally goes out.
The thick metal gate opened silently, and Lin Yuan strode out without raising his mouth, so he raised his hand and made a gesture.
Any member of the Union knows what this gesture means:
Let's live up to expectations.
Joe slammed on the back of the chair and looked up at the ceiling.
Gu Yan stood there stiffly, staring at Lin Yuan's hand for several seconds, and suddenly clenched his fingers away from his face.
This is the best time of the day in the setting sun. The warm golden light falls diagonally from the floor-to-ceiling windows, like the most gentle soothing.
Fortunately, this long wait was finally let down.