"I have asked people, the equipment in this hospital is currently the most advanced in Hong Kong, with at least 70 % of heart surgery."

Wei Jixiang said the news that he heard.

Yanghe Hospital, as a well -known private hospital in Hong Kong, is also one of the world's excellent private hospitals. Medical equipment and services are quite outstanding. It has always been the first choice for the rich and nobles.

But one thing is not good, it is expensive.

Of course, public hospitals are not bad, and they have to wait in line. This time is a problem.

This is why Du Sheng chose privately. Now hundreds of thousands of hundreds of thousands are not much for him.

Squeak.

When I heard the sound of opening the door outside the ward, the little Jewish Jewish Jewish, which was originally woven in the bed, was a little guilty of guilty conscience and would be better in Tibet.

The slightly shameful and guilty look, it makes people cry and laugh.

Because she is still a patient, she can not be idle in the hospital.

"Little Jewish, is it better?"

When I saw Du Sheng instead of a nurse, the little Jewish patted his breath.

"It's almost good, can I be discharged from the hospital?"

During her speech, she took out the fabric again, because she was not very comfortable.

Du Sheng put the gift on the stage while looking at the little Jewish eyes. Seeing her face a lot of rosy, although she was wearing a sick suit, it was difficult to hide her elegant temperament.

"The doctor said that he had to be hospitalized for two days, and raised his body first."

Du Sheng suddenly noticed the needle line and fabric on the bedside, and surprised:

"Who are you weaving a sweater? This is okay."

Little Jewish glanced out of the window a little guilty, a little embarrassed:

"The ward next door was weaving, he said one hundred yuan a piece, I saw it idle and idle"

She was looked at the eyes of Du Sheng's smiley and smiling. Jingbai's little face was slightly reddish, and she became more and more embarrassed.

Du Sheng was funny, but I also knew that the name of the little Jewish name was not screaming in vain:

"Yes, to live with your own ability, I believe that God will not live up to those who work hard."

He picked up his sweater and looked at his eyes, although it was a semi -finished product, it was no worse than the outside process.

"Just with your craftsmanship, maybe even the hospital fee can be saved."

Seeing that Du Sheng was not interesting, the little Jewish Jewish did not dislike himself, and his face was rare to show a childish and innocent smile.

She also made friends before, but the gap between status and humble life always made her feel a little low.

At a glance, Du Sheng knew that it was not an ordinary person. Although it was a bit of Prince Horse, it was rare to intersect with sincerity. This is why she was willing to disclose her mind.

But after two days of hospitalization, the little Jewish was also a little distressed:

"It is estimated that this time can not work for a long time, those allowances must be gone."

Du Sheng was a little funny. He didn't speak. He took out the box containing the soup and meals.

"Well, what are you, plan to worship for a while?"

At this time, the little Jewish seemed to notice what placed at the table, strange way.

Thanks to the "Meng De Cao" big guy to reward the leader of the league, Xiao's kneeling was scared, but unfortunately there were not many manuscripts, and the chapters were not returned! ~
Chapter completed!