Chapter 787 (2/2)
Want to comfort, but don't know what to say.
At that time, the door of the operating room was pushed open, and the uniformed doctor came out quickly and took off the mask on his cheek.
”Who is Mr. Zhan beiheng's family?”
Lin Jiangxia was frightened. She hurriedly pushed Li Jiazheng away from him and rushed to the doctor. She was short of breath. Her heart almost jumped out of her throat: ”I am, I am his wife. How is he?”
”The situation is much more complicated than expected. We need to open his skull.”
”What... What?”
Lin Jiangxia stumbled backward and almost fell.
Li Jiazheng held her behind him.
Compared with Lin Jiangxia, Li Jiazheng is obviously much calmer.
”Please sign on the operation information sheet. We need craniotomy immediately. Time is running out.”
After the doctor said that, the nurse hurried over, and the operation love letter had been handed to Lin Jiangxia.
She grabbed the pen and signed her name after the insider.
Because of tension, the word has been written askew and can hardly be distinguished.
The doctor turned to enter the operating room.
Li Jiazheng asked with a pale face, ”doctor! Excuse me, what is the risk of surgery? ”
The doctor looked back at them with a deep voice and said, ”depending on the situation, the success rate of this operation in the past was about 40 percent.”
Forty percent
Lin Jiangxia almost had cardiac arrest.
In the dark, the man had fainted in Li Jiazheng's arms.
”Xia Xia! Xia Xia! ” Li Jiazheng shouted.
Trying to respond, trying to maintain consciousness.
But the body seems to have fallen into an endless abyss, sinking and sinking.
Immediately, the brain fell into nothingness.
When he woke up again, he was already lying in the ward.
Struggling to get up, he saw Li Jiazheng guarding by the hospital bed.
”Brother Zhan! Where's brother Zhan! ”
She opened the quilt, pulled out the needle inserted in the back of her hand, and was about to get out of bed on her side.
Li Jiazheng hurriedly got up and pressed her, whispered comforting and said, ”lie down first, Xia Xia, you can't be so excited now.”
Lin Jiangxia grabbed Li Jiazheng's arm and stared at her with wide eyes. Tears couldn't stop spilling out.
”You... You tell me, brother Zhan... Has he...”
She clearly remembers the probability of success that the doctor said before the coma.
40 percent, very low probability.
Li Jiazheng smiled, reached out and wiped the panic tears on her cheeks. He said softly, ”don't worry, beiheng's operation has ended and is very successful. People have been sent to the ward.”
”Really... Really?” Lin Jiangxia is unbelievable.
”How can I lie to you about such a thing.” Li Jiazheng smiled: ”is it true or false? Don't you know if you go and see it yourself later?”
”I... I'm going to see it now.”
”No.” Li Jiazheng shook his head, frowned, raised his finger and pointed to the scaffold: ”at least you have to lose this bottle of medicine.”
At that time, Lin Jiangxia noticed that he was also infusion.
The pinhole left by the needle just pulled out in a hurry is still bleeding out.
”Wait for me here. I'll give it to the nurse to give you a new needle.” Li Jiazheng patiently persuaded: ”take care of beiheng on the premise that you don't fall ill.”