Doctor! Please!

Doctor! Or let me die happily! Either let me live well! Please! Zheng Haichu said to Yuan Song: "Yes, my surgery was illegal. Do you want to report me?" Yuan Song said: "Zheng Haichu, are you sick? Do you want her to live with a heart-lung machine? Is she alive like this? This operation is mine! You are an anesthesiologist! It's not your fucking turn to speak!" Yuan Song said: "Hai Chu, stay here. I can give you whatever they can give you. I need you more than they do!" Yuan Song said: "Zheng Haichu, wait for me!" "Why don't the analgesics have any effect on me?" Zheng Haichu thought, have they destroyed my nervous system? Am I going to die? Zheng Haichu woke up from sleep, but it was okay to be asleep, but it hurt too much to be awake, so she struggled to fill up the time between waking and sleeping with memories, and her memories were all about Yuan Song. "Yuan Song, it turns out that the last person I have to wait for is you! Why aren't you here yet?"