Chapter 193 Waiting (2)

Jacques Bai was quietly arranged to be in a Ivy Hospital near Shan Pine Forest, along with the people in the past besides Mervyn Bai and Eunice, as well as several police officers.

The doctor in charge of him also received a treatment plan.

The police surrounded the old expert and begged him to save Jacques Bai as soon as possible, which would also help them handle the case.

However, the old expert was helpless. He spread his hands and said, "I can't actually do anything."

Because what the treatment plan should do, Jacques White has done it all on his own. The old experts can only help him tinker with the details.

"He was too harsh on himself, the medication was too strong, and he basically didn't consider the body's tolerance level." The old expert sighed, "The hallucinations and genetic reversal have caused memory confusion, and it is not ruled out that there is a worse possibility. "

"That……"

"Look at today's situation."

As a result, in less than half a day, Jacques Bai's heart stopped beating three times, which terrified the waiting people.

Doctors and nurses ran back and forth, and finally simply lived in the emergency room.

At 10:00 in the morning, Ivy House 7.

The long row of prompt lights in the special operating room went out almost at the same time.

The door that transported the automatic stretcher slowly opened, and the elderly people who had not been released from anesthesia after the operation lay on stretchers and were safely sent out along the track.

The doctors came out one after another and took off their masks, their faces exhausted, but they did not forget to inform the waiting people that "everything is going well".

There was cheers outside the operating room.

Eunice received the news and ran to her father's study as soon as possible.

"dad"

Devore Evers raised his pale eyes, put his index finger on his lips, and motioned for her to wait a moment.

He sat leaning against the large desk, with an ear clip on one ear and a chess piece in his hand. While listening to the report of the person on the other end of the communication, quietly looked at the retro chessboard customized on the desktop.

He didn't know what the other side said, but he responded lightly and asked, "When will it be posted, will I pick it?"

He listened for a while, and with a "tsk" sounded, he didn't seem too satisfied: "You have been with me for more than 20 years, how can you be stupider than my son."

Eunice coughed silently.

Devore Everth glanced at her, smiled silently, and said to the comms, "Yuni has a sore throat."

Eunice raised her eyebrows and asked, "Whose correspondence?"

"The two stupid assistants you hired for me," said Eveth.

"..."

Eunice and the person on the other side of the communication began to cough.

Mr. Devore Evers looked calm, and continued to explain to the assistant: "Okay, can the story be told? The right to tell the story, one by one. Time..."

He paused for a while, then turned to ask, "Yuni, when is the trial date?"

Eunice was taken aback: "What court?"

"The Shaking Weng Case."

"It has been postponed." Eunice said, "It depends on the situation at the hospital, but it is estimated that it will be soon."

Devo Eves nodded and said to his assistant, "Keep an eye on the court letter, when to go to court and when to go out."

On the communication side, the two assistants discussed a few words in a low voice, a little hesitant—

Others' lawyers are doing court trials, and we are doing things outside... Isn't it good? It doesn't matter if you don't know it, it's all your own, right?

But the assistant was just criticized for being a fool, a little cowardly, and didn't dare to say it outright.

Mr. Elwes is a senior old fox. Just listening to the two of them gasping, he can understand what they are thinking about. "Worry about the lawyer?"

"Hmm..." The assistant only dared to um.

"Don't worry, we talked a long time ago. The two of you are not worried, what's your effort?"

Devore Eves cut off the communication and waved to Eunice: "Come in, what's the matter, in such a hurry?"

"Have you received the news from the 7th courtyard?" Eunice came in with high heels.

"I got it." DeVore Everth nodded.

"That's what you just talked about in the newsletter?" Eunice asked.

"That's not true," Eveth said. "Just now, we were just discussing how we should build momentum before we deal with those two Manson boys. We need to provide a friendly entry point for those in the dark, so They're good enough to digest those things when the truth comes out."

"If that's the case..." Eunice said, "Also be careful not to give the Manson Brothers wiggle room."

"Yeah, I had a brief chat with those two lawyers beforehand, and both agreed that the opening of the Shao Shaw Weng case would be the best time. Because this case is already closely related to the Manson Brothers, once it starts, I want to go to court again. It's not that easy to pull back. Even if they get wind of it."

Eunice narrowed her eyes: "Didn't you always like to chat with juniors? When did you secretly connect with Gu Yan and the others?"

Mr. Elwes smiled: "Then you wronged me. Have I ever been impatient when I chatted with you?"

Eunice pouted: "That's different, I am your own after all."

Elwes: "Oh? You can have a good chat with your own person? Go and ask your brother if he agrees."

Eunice: "..."

Hmm...poor little fool.

She sympathized for two seconds, and then turned back to the topic: "By the way, Dad, I want to ask you, is it better to keep the news of those old people's surgery going well, or to let it out? I'm thinking about whether this will happen. To make the Manson brothers realize that we have found a cure?"

Eveth fiddled with the chess pieces and did not answer directly, but asked with a half-smile: "You have done so many things quietly, but you can't say it, and you have to watch Manson's two boys climb their heads all day long, showing off their power. You Do you feel embarrassed?"

"It's okay," Eunice said calmly.

Eves smiled even deeper: "You don't need to consider yourself in the position of the head of the Ivy Group, putting aside all the additional identities, and just talking about yourself."

Eunice laughed and said decisively, "Suffocated me."

Eves nodded.

He straightened up, picked a random point on the chessboard, and threw the chess piece in his hand: "There are a lot of people like you, how can you be so aggrieved by yourself? It's time to raise your profile."

After speaking, he winked at Eunice again: "Remember, the higher the profile, the better."

Eunice understood in an instant, and said "Oh" in a low tone, "The more high-profile we announce that we have cured those old people and mastered the complete treatment method, with the crazy character of the Manson Brothers...the more they think about us. bluff."

"Smart girl." Eveth laughed.

Five minutes later, major websites released headlines such as "Ivy Hospital Turning the Tide", in the most high-profile and exaggerated way, telling how Ivy saved the dying victims.

The people are actually the most real. They are bystanders and have no entanglement of interests, so what they see at a glance is the direct result—

Was Shaking Weng dying before the victim of the old man?

Yes.

Are you alive now?

Yes.

Wasn't it Harutoji's?

Yes.

Three definite answers are enough for them.

For a time, the popularity of the people at Ivy Hospital soared, and the limelight that had been robbed by the infection treatment center came back, and the shareholders who were standing in a row on the rooftop of the high-rise also climbed down silently.

As for those who have interests involved, such as Manson, such as Cliff and others, these news are another thought.

They contacted major media and websites for the first time.

It turned out that they only knew what was said in the report. As for what treatment Chun Ivy used, to what extent did the victims recover, barely survived, or had hope for a cure... They didn't know.

Then they tried to find out the news inside the ivy,

Then it was discovered that the Ivy 7 Hospital had transferred those old people into private wards.

The private ward is located on the top floor of the inpatient department, with a separate elevator and separate password. Except for some authorized medical staff and immediate family members, no one else can enter.

This operation made Manson, Cliff and the like feel at ease instantly——

If those old people really recovered and there is no serious problem, why don't you let it out in an open and honest way? So secretive, it means that there must be a secret.

The more people who detour around in their hearts, the less they will believe what they see at a glance.

They saved others by themselves, thinking that the Ivy Hospital probably didn't find a cure, and just tried to hang the old people's lives, so they didn't dare to release it.

This is also considered killing two birds with one stone in another sense, Eunice and the old fox are very satisfied.

In the Ivy General Hospital, on the 6th floor of the Gene Building, the lights in the special operating room stayed on all night.

In the waiting room, Qiao put away the smartphone screen and said to Gu Yan, "The operation in the 7th hospital is over, and the three elderly people have been put on sterile masks, and they need to be observed for a few more days, but the probability of another accident is not high. Other elderly people are better off and are out of the dangerous period."

Gu Yan still looked at the door of the operating room, nodded and said, "That's good."

Compared with those old people, they are more troublesome and time-consuming.

After all, Ke Jin has been ill for a long time, and the gene fragments in Yan Suizhi have been buried for nearly 30 years.

"Jacques White has been found, and the old folks have settled down, which means today is a good day, right?"

"Um."

"Ke Jin and the dean will both come out well." Qiao said, and suddenly laughed softly: "We are really good brothers, even the surgery has to wait side by side."

Gu Yan moved the corner of his mouth.

He spoke very little, and his expressions were not much.

During this long wait, Joe had been chatting a few words from time to time to help him keep his spirits up. But Qiao didn't care, because he knew what Gu Yan had been through these days, and how long he had not closed his eyes.

Joe couldn't understand the taste.

Not far away, people at the nurse's station came and went, and they had changed twice. The elevator opened and closed, and carts after carts of instruments and various surgical instruments were sent.

Only the two of them remained seated.

It's like a microcosm of the years.

Six pm.

The indicator light, which had been on all day and night, blinked, and finally went out.

The heavy metal door opened silently, and Lin Yuan strode out. Before he could speak, he raised his hand and made a gesture.

Any Union citizen knows what this gesture means:

Hopeless, all went well.

Joe jerked back in his chair and looked up at the ceiling.

Gu Yan stood there stiffly, staring at Lin Yuan's hand for a few seconds, then suddenly clenched his fingers and turned his face away.

This is the best time of the day for the sunset, and the warm golden light falls slantingly from the floor-to-ceiling windows, like the most gentle comfort.

Fortunately, this long wait has finally been lived up to.