“I have contacted the best authoritative expert, it’s time for the afternoon.”
Tang Junyu looked at him inexplicably: “Why do you want me to find a doctor? Are you worried about my death because of your conscience? Or are there other reasons?”
“If you want the reason, you just need to wait for the surgery.”
“I won’t do this surgery.”
“Then do you mean to wait for death or worry about the small chance Tang Junyu. Even if this surgery is only one percent chance, you must go to the operating table. In life, a one percent chance is your luck.” Tang Hehan finished speaking indifferently and turned around.
“Even if you find a doctor for me, no matter how much you think about me, I will never give up Xiaoyu.” Tang Junyu declared his fight for power to the back.
Tang Hehan only had dark eyes and cold feet, and his steps did not stop and left.
In the afternoon, the doctor came indeed, the one who had given An Luo a cardiac surgery before.
After a doctor’s meeting and research, although Tang Hehan’s chance of surgery can be improved, he is not very optimistic.
After all, the cyst grows in a dangerous position.
No doctor will tell his patients that there is a 100% chance.
That is impossible.
Saying that is responsible.
No matter how authoritative the doctor is, he is not a god.
The doctor went to tell Tang Junyu in person, and told him carefully about the danger and success rate, and the chance of success is expected, and surgery is recommended.
Tang Junyu withdrew his gaze from the window and looked at the doctor and said, “I am not surprised at all about your result, so I am not ready to accept your suggestions.”
“You have no chance of not having surgery. I believe the doctor here told you before I came. I hope that you can have surgery, and the day of the surgery should be decided as soon as possible, otherwise the bigger the cyst, the more dangerous it is.” The doctor said.