Rebirth of Brotherly Love

Wu Anze frowned. "Why didn't you say it earlier?"

Zhou Yueping blinked, "I like to see your tangled expression."

"..."

Zhou Yueping went to An Luo again and said, "My teacher is an expert in this field. He has handled many cases of amnesia abroad. The plane just arrived this morning. In addition, I also asked Cheng Ping to find the local level of neurosurgery. Good doctor, I believe that with them, the risk of surgery will be minimized. "

Lu Anluo stood up, walked in front of Zhou Yueping, and said seriously: "Thank you, Yueping."

Zhou Yueping smiled and said, "You're welcome. You were able to tell me all the secrets before, which shows that you trust me very much, and I should help you. If possible, the surgery will be arranged tonight, what do you think?"

An Luo nodded. "No problem."

"Then you are ready to go and wait for me at eight in the evening."

"it is good."

***

八 At eight in the evening, An Luo and An Ze arrived at the night operating room on the seventh floor of the Central Hospital together.

Zhou Yueping, wearing a white coat, was waiting there. When he saw An Luo and An Ze coming, they got up and took them into the office. Two experts were sitting in the office. One of them was blond and blue-eyed. A serious-looking doctor is probably an expert in neurosurgery.

Zhou Yueping brought An Luo in front of them. The two briefly checked An Luo's condition and confirmed that his physical condition could be operated. Then they went to the operating room to prepare. An Luo was also put on the push bed by Zhou Yue.

Tong Anze held An Luo's hand tightly, and kept sending him to the operating room door without wanting to let go. When An Luo was helpless, he felt that the occasional childishness and infatuation with his brother made him feel warm. He couldn't help but patted the back of his hand gently, comfortingly speaking, "Relax, it's okay."

Wu Anze then let go of his hand, leaned over and printed a gentle kiss on his forehead, and whispered, "I'll wait for you."

***

The process of surgery was actually not so horrible, not to mention the **** scene in An Luo's imagination.

An Luo is fixed on the operating table by a ten-centimeter wide telescopic strap, and the body is covered with a clean sterile cloth. Because An Luo's state of consciousness needs to be known at all times during the operation, this operation will not give general anesthesia. A little local anesthetic was applied to the scalp, and then An Luo's head was drilled with an electric drill.

Hearing the sound of the electric drill in his ear, An Luo felt very strange. The sound of drilling in the scalp made his ear uncomfortable. Fortunately, Zhou Yueping was also in the operating room. He was not afraid.

"It has reached the cerebral cortex," the doctor who performed the operation behind whispered.

Another doctor said, "An Luo, can you hear me?"

Foreigners have awkward Chinese sounding in their ears, An Luo nodded and said, "Yes."

"OK, let's go."

Something seems to be stimulating his brain lightly, the neural veins are slightly numb as if swallowed by little ants, and the thoughts in his head suddenly become confused.

"I will now stimulate your cerebral cortex to make the cells here active. The memory you previously stored here may gradually wake up as the intensity of the stimulus deepens ... An Luo, don't be afraid, keep calm and breathe deeply. ... "

An Luo took a deep breath as he instructed.