Chu Huan’s neck shrunk from the scolding, and she pitifully said, "Brother, please don’t be angry. I’m just really worried about grandpa, that’s why I acted this way..."
How could Chu Zhan believe her? In his heart, Chu Huan was extremely insincere, but he was too lazy to expose her. She cried at the drop of a hat, making him seem petty.
Nianyang’s face was heavy with thought, uncertain of what to think. At that moment, the door to the operating room opened, and Chu Tianming and Yunrou rushed forward like a swarm.
"Doctor, how is my dad?"
The doctor sighed, "The patient fell from upstairs. The elderly gentleman has osteoporosis, multiple fractures, and a significant amount of brain hemorrhaging. An immediate craniotomy is necessary to save him. But he is old; the craniotomy is too risky. No one in our hospital dares to take this risk. Even if the craniotomy is successful, he might become a vegetable."
It was undoubtedly a bolt from the blue. Chu Tianming and Yunrou fell to the ground in despair. Chu Tianming said, "Doctor, does this mean my dad can’t be saved? Can’t you find a way?"
The doctor looked helpless, "We have already done our best. The old man’s resistance is low, and he has had a long-standing condition of epilepsy. His type of brain hemorrhage, caused by rupture of deep neural blood vessels, accounts for 20%~30% of all strokes, with an acute phase mortality rate of 30%~40%."
The elderly man’s attack occurred right at the acute phase. You can consider, if you want to proceed with the surgery, I can apply to bring in the best internist. However, the success rate of the surgery is only 30%, and you must be prepared for the possibility of the elderly man dying on the operating table at any time!"
Chu Huan’s eyes flashed, and she burst into tears, "No! I don’t want grandpa to die. Doctor, please save my grandpa!"
Aunt Dong hid her inner glee and followed suit, pleading humbly, her old face filled with worry, as if she was truly concerned about Old Master Chu!
"Enough, why cry? Grandpa is still okay, so why cry like it’s a funeral!"
Chu Zhan rubbed his brow, then looked solemnly at Nianyang,
"Nian girl, I’ve seen your surgical acupuncture technique. You managed to save Tingyan’s leg. I believe you could perform a craniotomy too. Can you save my grandpa?"
Nianyang said with some difficulty, "Brother Chu, although I know the procedures for craniotomy, I haven’t actually performed one."
This was indeed the truth. Although Nianyang’s medical skills were exceptional, she only lived up to the age of 25 in her previous life, twenty years of which were dedicated to studying medicine, leaving her with limited surgical experience. She had never touched on the field of craniotomy.
Chu Huan interjected, "Brother, don’t ask Gu Nianyang to do the surgery. This is a craniotomy, not just some minor ailment. The old man is already so old, having suffered years of illness. Don’t make him suffer more; it pains me greatly!"
Chu Zhan said coldly, "So what you’re saying is that we should let grandpa wait for death?"
"That’s not what I mean. I just don’t want the old man to suffer. What if Gu Nianyang makes a mistake and grandpa dies on the cold operating table?"
Chu Zhan enunciated every word, "Then that would be my grandpa’s fate. Even if there’s only a sliver of hope, I want to fight for my grandpa’s chance to live, even if he eventually becomes a vegetable."...