Murong Qingzhen gently patted the back of Jiang Zimo's hand and said warmly: "Don't worry, I have sent out my manpower to search everywhere. I believe there will be news soon, ah, no matter what, things will always come to light.
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Jiang Zimo looked at his sincere eyes and could only nod. He turned his head, but couldn't help but wipe the corners of his eyes with his fingers.
The car quickly turned out of the airport expressway and headed straight to the villa in the south of the city.
Finally pushing open the carved iron door, Jiang Zimo ran into the temporarily arranged ward on the first floor.
It was a very large room, almost forty square meters in size. Mr. Jiang was lying on a large poinciana bed. There were many medical equipment and precision instruments on both sides of the bed.
When Jiang Zimo walked into the room, the first thing he saw was the old man lying on the white sheets, with his thin and frail body, and a pair of arms tied to a fixed position by various tubes and instruments.
He had lost weight, this was her first impression.
Immediately afterwards, she discovered that her father, who had always frowned and had a cold face and could not say a word of care to her, was now quiet and kind at this moment.
He is old.
Jiang Zimo's legs softened, and with the help of Murong Qingzhen, she sat down beside his bed.
Seeing them coming back, the nurse immediately notified the doctors and several experts who had come for consultation. After Jiang Zimo listened to their reports with a solemn face and an expressionless expression, he couldn't help but put his head in his hands and cried bitterly in front of everyone.
Got up.
"I'm sorry, Miss Jiang, your father's condition came suddenly. He should have been greatly frightened or stimulated, which caused his blood pressure to rise suddenly. We have already consulted, and through a brain scan, we found that there are obvious abnormalities in his brain and skull.
A piece of bruise, it was this bruise that caused your father's coma."
"If Ms. Jiang hopes to use the power of surgery to restore your father's health, I must be frank, but there is really little chance of this."
"Yes, the area of congestion that is pressing on the nerve is not small. Miss Jiang, the success rate of this type of craniotomy is indeed low..."
The unanimous statement, the suppressed and heavy expression and tone made everyone present understand the meaning.
Jiang Zimo cried cowardly until her tears dried up. She just lay beside her father's bed. When her body was almost numb and about to lose consciousness, Murong Qingzhen finally couldn't help but hug her up.
"Azi, don't be like this, everything will be fine. Trust me, your father will definitely wake up."
But Jiang Zimo just stared at his eyes, murmuring absently and shaking his head: "No! No, brother Qingzhen. My parents don't want me anymore. They all blame me for being too naughty and willful. I let them
I'm disappointed, I'm not a good boy, I never know how to care about others...Brother Qingzhen, I'm a bad girl, I...".
Murong Qingzhen couldn't bear to listen any more, so he kissed her lips gently. He used his patience and meticulousness to soothe the boundless sadness in her heart.
Then, Jiang Zimo finally calmed down. She accompanied Jiang's father under the care of the nurse. As the son-in-law of the Jiang family, Murong Qingzhen naturally took over all the chaos in front of her and held a short meeting in person.
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He wanted to check all the previous inspection result data and listen to the most detailed analysis of the experts. Moreover, while in the car, he had already ordered the group secretary to pick up the villa in the south of the city that had been managed by a professional security monitoring company in the past few days.