Chapter 849 — Yu Xiaoke, Miserable Ke? "I Know About That!" Gao Xiaofu Nodded. Both of Them Had Gradually Grown Up Amid Great Joys and Sorrows, and Looking Back at What They Had Done, How Childish It All Seemed. Yet How Few People in Life Had Never Been Childish? And Who Had Not Grown Through Failure?
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Zhong Yongliang and Gao Xiaofu's minds had both grown deep and shrewd; they were no longer the reckless brutes who wore their hatred on their sleeves and charged headlong at their enemies. They had learned the arts of scheming and counterplot...
An Liwen had originally thought that an ordinary private clinic would find it extremely difficult to carry out such a kidney transplant. But once he saw the scale of this private clinic, that worry dissolved. The clinic was no small operation - it could even handle routine appendectomies and gallbladder removals. A kidney transplant should be well within its capabilities.
Zhong Yongliang put on an elaborate display of sighing and exchanging pleasantries with An Liwen, then, leaning on Gao Xiaofu for support, walked into the operating room and lay down on the hospital bed.
The doctor first administered anesthesia to An Liwen. To keep An Liwen from getting suspicious, he also ostentatiously gave Zhong Yongliang a shot of "anesthesia." In truth, An Liwen was being particularly cautious this time around. Last time, they had removed the wrong kidney, so naturally he was paying extra attention now.
It was not that he thought Zhong Yongliang would cheat him - he had never once suspected Zhong Yongliang of anything. What use would Zhong Yongliang have for a kidney destined for rejection? Since Zhong Yongliang had promised to return the kidney to him, An Liwen saw no reason to second-guess. His only unease was about the doctor's skill.
After a while, drowsiness crept in, and An Liwen drifted into a deep slumber. Zhong Yongliang, who should have been asleep as well, suddenly bolted upright on his bed, climbed down, glanced at An Liwen fast asleep, spat a thick glob of phlegm onto the floor with venom, and called out toward the surgical preparation room: "Xiaofu, open the door and release the dog!"
"You got it, Brother Liang!" Gao Xiaofu wheeled in a surgical cart. Lying on the cart was a large black dog, already under anesthesia.
"Dr. Zhang, I'll be in your hands for this," Gao Xiaofu said with a beaming smile to the lead surgeon.
"Don't worry - no problem at all!" Dr. Zhang nodded. "I wouldn't dare transplant a human kidney, but a dog's kidney is another matter. Even if it goes wrong, it's no big deal, right?"
"No big deal. If it kills him, so be it," Zhong Yongliang said with a shrug.
The rest was left to Dr. Zhang, while Zhong Yongliang and Gao Xiaofu slipped away ahead of time.
Yu Xiaoke had been in a dreadful mood lately - she was practically becoming miserable Ke. The Qibin Real Estate Company wanted to demolish the orphanage, and she still had no good countermeasure; on top of that, her source of income had dried up. The city's special crackdown on theft and other illegal crimes was in full swing. When Yu Xiaoke went out for a stroll, she found plainclothes police officers patrolling every few steps, leaving her absolutely no chance to make a move.
Moreover, committing crimes in the face of such a crackdown would be tantamount to seeking death. Although what she had done did not yet warrant a wanted notice from Qiu Lingshan, who knew whether Qiu Lingshan had described her appearance to her subordinates? What if she was spotted skulking about?
Still, staying indoors and not making money was not an option either. She could see the orphanage's daily expenses climbing higher and higher - carrying on like this was nothing short of watching their savings bleed dry. Miserable Ke watched it all with her eyes and seethed with anxiety in her heart.
"Xiaoke, what are you doing? Pacing around this room like a headless fly - your master's eyes are spinning and her head is dizzy," the old orphanage director said, unable to hold back when she saw Yu Xiaoke circling about without purpose.