Chapter 225 Dalang Woke Up

Liu Weichen slowly opened his eyes, the two pupils were shining brightly, like stars in a foreign land, exuding an aura that made people stay away, and was so deep that one couldn't help but want to get closer.

Liu Weichen exhaled lightly, and opened his mouth with difficulty: "I don't take medicine..."

"Mr. Liu, grab my hand and take a deep breath." The anesthesiologist held Liu Weichen's hand with his backhand, and pressed Liu Weichen's shoulder with one hand, and repeated: "Take a big breath, take a big breath..."

Liu Weichen could only hear the sound of inhalation, but not the sound of exhalation. At the same time, he showed a wonderful smile: "Doctor Pan, your medicine is really short-lived. Have you started?"

"It's over." The anesthesiologist curled his lips, and he had the same conversation, he didn't know how many times.

Liu Weichen suddenly stared at the anesthesiologist's face, without breathing for a few seconds, and asked alertly, "Is your surname really Pan?"

"Hey, Mr. Liu, your thinking is very clear. Most people just ask how to finish it. Well, do you feel sober?"

Liu Weichen stared at the other party: "Is your surname really Pan?"

"You remember that you asked me this question just now, if you don't remember, you will be in trouble."

Liu Weichen grabbed the anesthesiologist with his backhand: "What's your name?"

"Oh, I'm quite strong, it's okay." The anesthesiologist stood up with a smile, patted Liu Weichen's hand, and then pulled him away, saying: "Okay, you can sleep for a while, I will inform you first Check out the others."

Liu Weichen never saw the anesthetist again until he returned to the ward.

He even had some doubts, whether there was something wrong with his memory...

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Outside the Bone Joint and Sports Medicine Center, fans gathered spontaneously, and most of them were media reporters with long guns and short guns.

China's track and field really lacks well-known sports stars. Liu Weichen's favorability is already very good, and coupled with the sympathy points brought about by his injury, he immediately attracted a lot of attention.

Zhu Tongyi tried his best to arrange manpower to face the media reporters. However, the media reporters who could not get any news in the research center would rather squat outside the door to see if they could find any extra clues.

A convoy of three Volkswagen Passats drove slowly across the roundabout,

Then drive to the gate of the Orthopedics and Sports Medicine Center.

Some smart reporters immediately noticed the difference. The digital camera turned around, and the shutter snapped out for free.

"Go straight in." The leader of the sports bureau sitting in the car frowned, neither wanting to see the reporters nor driving them away.

Inside the door, Dr. Qu, the deputy director and others who received the news were already waiting downstairs.

The electronic fence is opened and closed, and the reporters are not given too many opportunities.

The leader of the bureau looked at the separation between the inside and the outside, coughed lightly, straightened his collar, and walked out of the car slowly.

"Director Wang, Director Su, Director Ma..." Dr. Qu greeted the leaders of the Sports Bureau familiarly.

The Orthopedics and Sports Medicine Center is adjacent to the Fuyuan Stadium. It often deals with officials and athletes of the Sports Bureau. Relatively speaking, the leaders of the Sports Bureau are considered major customers. Some doctors, such as Dr. Qu, are very concerned about this. of.

"Xiao Qu." Director Wang also recognized Dr. Qu, smiled kindly, and shook hands with him, saying, "Our Liu Weichen has troubled you many times, thank you..."

"You're too polite, you're too polite." Dr. Qu's expression changed a little. Although he knew that Chief Wang was acting in front of others, but this time, he was indeed more polite than usual.

Director Wang waved his hand and said: "This is not politeness, this is respect. We must respect medicine and science. When an athlete is injured, he must see a doctor. To see a doctor, he must rely on the doctor, right?"

"It's really rare for you to think that way, um, long live the understanding." Dr. Qu replied reluctantly, feeling as if he was facing a Shangguan.

Director Wang chuckled and said, "We who do management work and organizational work must find ways to understand others. Especially when it comes to athletes, they are very young and energetic, and they don't want to be controlled. , we all understand, but when it comes to some big issues and some major issues, athletes are not just individuals, they are still members of our sports bureau, we respect science and athletes, and accordingly, athletes are required to give us some respect..."

Dr. Qu simply didn't dare to answer this question.

He can now see that Director Wang is simply here to ask for a crime.

Director Ma, who is in charge of track and field, said, "Where is Liu Weichen?"

"Inside." Dr. Qu didn't bother to stop him, anyway, Liu Weichen didn't listen to him, so he turned around and joined Ling Ran, now blocking the leadership of the Sports Bureau means nothing to him.

Dr. Qu led the way, and several people followed Dr. Qu straight in, not even paying much attention to the deputy director of the research center next to him.

The deputy director didn't care even more. Seeing the person walking away, he took out his cell phone and dialed Zhu Tongyi.

After a while, the two groups met in Liu Weichen's luxurious ward.

In a large suite with four bedrooms, the most important room is naturally Liu Weichen's ward, which occupies about a quarter of the room's area. It has a full set of life support equipment, is well-lit, quiet and comfortable.

Liu Weichen leaned against the hospital bed, his feet were cast in plaster, and he was hung up high, falling asleep in a daze.

Seeing this scene, Director Wang was shocked, and his anger burned instantly: "What's going on?"

"The operation went well." Academician Zhu Tongyi said with a smile on his face, "We expect Weichen to start adaptive training after three or four months of rest."

For an academician, Director Wang is not good at scolding, so he can only impatiently say to the people next to him: "Wake Liu Weichen up and let him speak for himself."

"The patient still needs to rest, let's go out first." Zhu Tongyi immediately stopped others from moving.

Director Ma didn't listen to him, and gave Zhu Tongyi a hard push.

However, no matter how hard you push, it will not be able to wake up a person who is pretending to be asleep.

Zhu Tongyi was beside him and said, "Liu Weichen's anesthesia hasn't passed yet, so he can't communicate normally now."

"Let's go out." Director Wang didn't want to respect science anymore, but he still didn't express it in front of Academician Zhu.

When we arrived at the living room, Director Ma came forward and said in a complaining tone, "Academician Zhu, why did you perform Liu Weichen's operation without saying a word?"

"Liu Weichen has been in our hospital for so many days, the media has reported it, and your bureau also knows about it, so why are you keeping silent?"

"Such a major matter, if we really need an operation, we have to go through it in the bureau." Director Ma looked very unhappy: "Now that the operation is done like this, our follow-up arrangements will be disrupted."

Zhu Tongyi smiled and said nothing, letting him vent.

The medical troubles of government units are different from those of private medical troubles, but there is one thing in common, and the explanation is unclear.

Director Ma talked long-windedly for a while, and finally couldn't speak anymore, before asking: "Where is the chief surgeon? How is the operation going? Can you give us an explanation?"

"Okay, let me ask later." Zhu Tongyi looked at Ji Tianlu.

The latter shrugged and said, "It's an operation."

"Going to surgery again?"

"He's going to finish today's operation."

"There is no other way, should we wait?" Zhu Tongyi replied apologetically to the Sports Bureau.

"Let's wait a bit." Director Wang said, and then asked for media reporters and experts from the Sports Bureau to come, and then said: "We are familiar with the reporters and don't talk nonsense, I hope you can give me some convenience. "

Zhu Tongyi smiled: "Of course, no problem."

After a while, two reporters and a rehabilitation expert from the Sports Bureau came to the living room.

After waiting for a while, Ling Ran walked in wearing his hand washing clothes.

The eyes of the two reporters suddenly lit up, and the cameras in their hands were raised unconsciously.

Seeing this, the rehabilitation expert couldn't help straightening the corners of his clothes, and there was a trace of contempt in the corner of his mouth.