At the same time, the provincial capital, People's Hospital.
In a high-end VIP ward, Meng Hui was lying on the hospital bed, his eyes blank, staring blankly at the ceiling.
And his hands were wrapped in thick white gauze that had been stained red with blood. "Son, don't keep doing this! You should say something!"
"Even if there isn't that miracle doctor He, dad will find a way to find a miracle doctor who can heal your hands."
"With dad here, your hand will be fine!"
Meng Tianjiao looked at Meng Hui who looked helpless on the hospital bed, and felt very sad.
Ever since he failed to intercept Hu Heping last time, Meng Hui has always been like this, staring blankly at the ceiling all day long without saying a word.
The doctors at the hospital also visited Meng Tianjiao many times and made it clear that Meng Hui's hands could not be saved and could only be amputated. Otherwise, if infected, it might be life-threatening.
As for Meng Tianjiao, he has been looking for a miracle doctor everywhere these days, but he has never been able to find one who can cure Meng Hui's hands.
"Mr. Meng, Mr. Meng's hands have been severely infected, and most of the tissues have become necrotic. You must make a choice."
Meng Hui's attending doctor, after examining Meng Hui's hands, said solemnly: "Now, the only way to save life is through amputation!"
The attending doctor's words were like thunder, exploding in Meng Tianjiao's ears.
"Asshole! What did you say?"
Meng Tianjiao suddenly became furious, grabbed the doctor by the collar, and roared: "If you dare to let my son's hands become necrotic, I will kill you!"
"Mr. Meng, even if you kill us, it will be useless! Mr. Meng's hands suffered crushing injuries, and the bones in his hands were almost completely shattered. Even if Hua Tuo were alive, it would be impossible to cure him!"
The attending doctor looked pale, but still spoke truthfully.
"Didn't you say before that if you could find that miracle doctor He, you could cure my son's hand?" Meng Tianjiao said angrily.
The attending doctor shook his head: "Even if we find her, there is only hope of curing her, but now that she has been delayed for so many days, she has missed the best time for treatment. No matter how powerful the doctor is, there is nothing she can do to save her!"
boom!
Meng Tianjiao felt his brain roaring, his eyes were dull, and he said with red eyes: "Is there really nothing we can do?"
At this time, he was filled with self-blame.
If he hadn't taken He Ping away by force that day and angered Liu Chen, maybe He Ping would have been willing to treat Meng Hui, but now, it was too late.
The attending doctor just now is already the best expert in the provincial capital. Even if he said there was nothing we could do, that meant there really was nothing we could do.
"Mr. Meng, please make a decision quickly! Mr. Meng's hand must be amputated immediately. We really can't delay it any longer, otherwise it will threaten his life."
Seeing that Meng Tianjiao had become much calmer, the attending doctor quickly spoke to persuade him.
During the inspection just now, he found that 90% of the tissues in Meng Hui's hands were necrotic, which was indeed very dangerous.
"Okay, let's ampute the leg!"
After a long while, Meng Tianjiao finally made up his mind.
Since this is the only option, what else should you consider?
He also knew how proud Meng Hui was. If he lost his hands, it would be a huge blow to him.
My son, Meng Tianjiao, will definitely be able to survive!
"Okay, then Mr. Meng will continue to do Mr. Meng's work, and I will prepare for the operation now!"
The attending doctor also breathed a sigh of relief. If Meng Hui died in the hospital because of delayed treatment, Meng Tianjiao would definitely let him be buried with him.
"Meng Hui, what are you going to do?"
As soon as Meng Tianjiao entered the ward, he saw that Meng Hui had climbed up the window, and he was immediately shocked.
"Don't come over here!"
Meng Hui shouted quickly, looked at Meng Tianjiao with red eyes and said, "Dad, I heard everything you said to the doctor. You have agreed to let me amputate the leg, right?"
"No, you heard wrong. You are the best third generation of my Meng family. How could you have an amputation? Don't worry, Dad will definitely invite the best doctor to heal your hands!"
"When dad succeeds as the head of the family, you will still be the eldest son of my Meng family. When I get old, the position of the head of the Meng family will be passed on to you!"
"Come down quickly, the window is too dangerous!"
Meng Tianjiao did not dare to provoke Meng Hui and quickly persuaded him.
"I'm not a fool, nor am I deaf. My hands are completely useless. The only way to survive is through amputation!"
Meng Hui was very emotional and roared angrily: "You are my father. You should know very well who I am. For me, if I really have to lose my hands to live, then I would rather choose to die!"
"Son, please come down quickly, please?"
Meng Tianjiao's eyes were filled with tears, and he choked with sobs: "I only have a son like you. If you die, what do you want me to do?"
"Even if you lose your hands, so what? You are still my son, Meng Tianjiao! You are still the eldest son of my Meng family! You are still the future heir of the Meng family! With me here, who dares to say 'no'?"
Meng Tianjiao roared with red eyes.
Now, he can only think of ways to stabilize Meng Hui first. As for what will happen in the future, no one can say for sure.
