She said a lot of technical terms after that. I just woke up from anesthesia, and I didn't understand it very well, but I still understood the most important piece of information - I did not have glioma.

And Doctor Xie's tone is so optimistic, what kind of inflammatory pseudotumor should be a much better disease than glioma.

"I will push you back to the ward now, and then carry out anti-inflammatory, antiviral and dehydration treatment. I believe your condition will improve soon."

It didn't take long for the push bed under him to move, and it should be out of the operating room.

Just now, I listened to what the doctor had to say, and I used up all my energy. Now I'm a little drowsy.

I could hear the younger sister calling me constantly, I wanted to respond to her, I tried to lift my hand, and the next moment I was grasped by a wider and stronger hand.

This is not the little sister's hand.

I moved my fingers and called Ran Qingzhuang's name with a smile.

"I'm here, what do you want to say?" He leaned down and listened carefully to me.

In a low voice, at a volume that only the two of us could hear, I struggled word by word: "I didn't look at the dog, I've been... looking at you."

Afterwards, regardless of whether he understood or not, he succumbed to the anesthetic Yu Wei again and fell into a drowsiness.

Chapter 79 Maybe the sun is also looking up at the clouds

Because the pathogenesis is unknown and very rare, there is no international unified plan for the treatment of brain inflammatory pseudotumor. Dr. Xie does not advocate surgical treatment, and believes that the effect of surgical treatment in previous cases is not satisfactory, and there is a risk of recurrence. It is recommended to carry out drug control first.

After a series of compound treatments, my eyes had light perception on the fifth day, and I could see more clearly every day after that. By the tenth day, my eyesight had basically recovered.

One month later, all my clinical symptoms disappeared, and the MRI re-examination had significantly reduced the lesions. Doctor Xie believed that I was ready to be discharged from the hospital.

Before leaving the hospital, my mother took her little sister back to Bo City.I am in Chonghai, and my younger sister will also study in Chonghai in the future. She had an idea to follow her.This time I got sick and she stayed in the hotel for more than a month. She felt very inconvenienced, so she put her idea into action and asked Nan Xuan to find a house, go back and tidy up and move in immediately.

The new safe house is on the middle floor of a high-rise building, opposite the Chonghai City First Court, where Ran Qingzhuang is about to testify.

Jin Chenyu has not woken up, Yan Shuang said that the other party may remain in a vegetative state like this and will not wake up. He has done so many wicked things, and now he has turned into this immortal appearance, which can be regarded as unpleasant retribution.

In the hottest month of August, Xiaomei waited for the admission letter from her favorite university, and Jin Feisheng also waited for her own trial.

On the day of the court session, many media came outside, and the auditorium was full of people, some with gloomy faces and tattoos on their bodies. At first glance, they were not ordinary people.

"The Jin family's forces are intertwined, and business partners are all over the world. I don't know how many guys on the road have come today." Tao Nian sat next to me and whispered, "It's just a rabbit dying or a schadenfreude, I don't know."

Seeing that it was almost time, the bailiff closed the door, and the clerk stepped forward to read the court trial discipline - no loud noise, no photography, no contempt of court, no smoking or drinking.

If committed, a warning will be given for the first time, and the court will be expelled for the second time. Criminal measures will be taken for those who seriously interfere with the court hearing.

In order to make sure that no one understood, the clerk read it twice, and even went to the audience who were suspected to be members of the club, and even went to them and pulled their ears to ask them to obey the discipline.

But even so, when Jin Feisheng was brought to court, a lot of commotion broke out in the auditorium. Whistle, applause, cheers, as if he is not a criminal with heinous crimes, but a dragon slaying warrior, a wronged hero.

"Quiet!" The presiding judge struck the gavel with an ugly face, "I'm going to drive you out if you make more noise."

Those people were quiet, but their expressions were not convinced.

Jin Feisheng seems to be in good spirits. Although he is wearing a prison uniform, he is not depressed. He has more gray hair and a beard on his chin. I don't know if it is because of his regular work and rest. " looks like.

He's always been calm, and he doesn't seem to care whether it's facing Fu Ci's many accusations or Lady Jin's witness testimony.

"Did Jin Feisheng tell you that the land numbered T543 in the south of the city was obtained by bribing Jiang Ruantang, the former director of the city administration bureau, at an amount far below the market price?"

Lady Jin lowered her head and answered Fu Ci's question with a pale face: "Yes."

After not seeing her for a few months, she lost a lot of weight, her long hair was simply tied behind her head, and a few strands fell in a mess. It was hard to see the shadow of the former "Lady Jin" from her.

The trial proceeded in an orderly manner. Apart from the arguing between Fu Ci and lawyer Jin Feisheng, there was only the busy and faint typing of the media and the stenographer in court.

A case of Jin Feisheng's level is destined to require a protracted battle. Two hours passed unknowingly, and the presiding judge announced a ten-minute adjournment, so that everyone could go to the toilet, go to the toilet, and smoke.

Assuming that there would be no danger inside the courthouse, I pressed Tao Nian and went to the bathroom by myself.

After going to the toilet, on the way back to the court, passing by a smoking point, saw Fu Ci smoking.

He is a person who has had a heart transplant, so he can't smoke. I stared at him for a while and looked at it for a while, but he found out.

Without any guilt, he exhaled a cigarette and waved at me.

I pointed to myself blankly, saw him nodding, and walked towards him.

"I heard that your illness is cured?" He glanced at my head, which had grown out of shape, and asked.

I was stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly said, "Well, okay."

"congratulations."

"……thanks."

Fu Ci and I didn't know each other very well either. After a couple of chats, we stopped talking, and the scene became a bit cold. I was thinking about whether to go or continue to talk about topics, and I listened to the other party speak again.