"Do you want paper and pen?"

Yu Zhiming left the operating table, retreated to a corner of the operating room, pulled out a medical supplies box to make a table, put paper on it, and started drawing a simple diagram.

It took him five or six minutes to draw six simple drawings on several pieces of paper.

Yu Zhiming waited for a few more minutes until Dr. Song Xiao, a middle-aged man, entered the operating room.

"Dr. Song, six pictures, a total of eight details of lung repair that need to be improved."

"If all corrections are made, the girl's chance of surviving should be increased by another 20%."

Yu Zhiming held the simple diagrams in his hand and showed them to Dr. Song Xiao one after another.

After Song Xiao read it, he glanced at the surgeon on the side and said in a deep voice: "As an assistant, watch carefully."

Upon seeing this, Yu Zhiming handed the sketch to the circulating nurse on the side and left the operating room.

In the corridor outside, Dr. Wang Chunyuan and seven or eight doctors in their 50s and 60s gathered together to discuss in low voices.

Yu Zhiming took off his mask, faced the gaze of everyone, and walked over.

Wang Chunyuan looked at Yu Zhiming who was approaching and said, "Dr. Yu, although your idea is a bit unbelievable, I have to say that it is indeed possible to succeed."

"only……"

He shook his head and said: "The risk is also extremely high. Once an accident occurs, both of them may not survive."

After a pause, Wang Chunyuan said slowly: "Doctor Yu, we can ensure that one person survives now."

Yu Zhiming also knew that his idea sounded very unreliable, and no one could be sure of the outcome.

He thought of it at the time and said it.

But, to be sure to save one person, or to risk losing two people and gamble on an uncertain possibility?

Which one will the child's parents choose?

Yu Zhiming was silent for a moment and asked: "Dr. Wang, do those parents know? What decision did they make?"
Chapter completed!