At eight o'clock in the evening, Li Jing came out of the hospital conference room holding information.
She frowned and knocked on the door of the lounge.
Yang Hongxing, who was resting with his eyes closed, opened his eyes: "Dean Li, have you come up with the plan?"
"Mr. Yang, the plan is out."
Li Jing took a long breath, then summoned up the courage to speak:
"The patient's condition is not optimistic. In the past two hours, he was bleeding again in multiple places."
"And the pulmonary artery that was stuck by the bone spur also showed signs of rupture."
"If this situation continues, Miss Yang may not be able to survive until noon tomorrow."
"So after 20 medical experts from four hospitals decided to perform thoracotomy on Ms. Yang tonight."
She straightened her body slightly: "I will do the surgery myself!"
"Thoracotomy?"
Yang Jianxiong frowned slightly: "The patient is so weak, can it be done?"
Yang Qianxue's body is already fragile now, and Yang Jianxiong is worried that she won't be able to bear such a major surgery.
Li Jing bit her lip and said, "If we take good measures, it won't be a problem."
Yang Hongxing's eyes turned cold: "How sure are you that the operation will be successful?"
Li Jing's smile was a little stiff, but she still told the truth: "Everywhere!"
A layer of sweat broke out on her forehead. This operation was extremely risky. Yang Qianxue might not be able to get off the operating table, but she couldn't let Yang Qianxue drag it on any longer.
In fact, there are experts who are more suitable to operate than her, but because it involves Yang Hongxing, everyone is under great pressure, and in the end Li Jing has to go into battle personally.
"Forty percent?"
Yang Hongxing's hand shook for a moment, then he clenched it tightly, with veins bulging:
"We gathered experts from all sides and discussed for half a night, and then you told me that I can only be sure of everything?"
Judging from his experience, the 40% estimate Li Jing made was still an ideal state, and the real certainty was only 20%. How could this not make him angry?
Li Jing had no way out and could only fight tit for tat:
"Mr. Yang, I understand your mood, but this is our best plan."
"I know you are dissatisfied, but the situation is like this. It will be useless if you kill us and demolish the hospital."
"Your daughter's injury is complicated, and coupled with the pressure brought by your identity, the risks of surgery are much higher than ordinary people."
"Furthermore, she also has congenital heart disease, and she is prone to sudden death if she is not careful. This undoubtedly makes the operation more difficult, and the risks of the operation will naturally increase exponentially."
"So...the success rate of the operation is extremely low..."
"Forty percent is really our best effort."
She kicked the ball to Yang Hongxing: "In the end, it's up to you to decide whether to have this surgery or not."
"A bunch of trash!"
Yang Hongxing was furious when he heard this and smashed the tea cup to the ground.
Li Jing was as silent as a cicada.
"You guys are such waste."
Yang Hongxing's mouth was dry, her chest was heaving, and she was panting heavily. She stared at Li Jing with her eyes tightly, feeling that her brain was blank.
He never imagined that his daughter's condition would be so bad.
Then, he shouted again: "Don't perform surgery on her yet. We are 40% sure that we will let Qianxue die."
"Didn't you say that she can survive until noon tomorrow? Then continue to stabilize her condition for me. I have already invited a miracle doctor to come over."
"Let's wait until they see Qianxue."
"During this period, if Qianxue's condition worsens, I will ask you for it."
Yang Hongxing put her hope in the miracle doctor from Zhonghai.
Li Jing was stunned for a moment, then relaxed: "Understood, I will definitely stabilize Qianxue's situation."
Although she felt that more than 20 Longdu experts were helpless, and the miracle doctor Yang Hongxing invited could not be effective, it was a good thing that she could escape.
"If Mr. Yang needs anything, Pok Oi Hospital will fully cooperate."
Li Jing's voice became softer: "Don't worry, Mr. Yang, Qianxue is a lucky person and everything will be fine."
Yang Jianxiong, who came back from going to the bathroom, frowned when he heard the conversation. Instead of opening the door and walking back to the lounge, he turned around and left the hospital.
He drove towards the Liufang Branch at lightning speed.
Fifteen minutes later, he appeared at the door of the branch office, parked the car, and walked into the hall without even taking the keys.
Yang Jianxiong was anxious and wanted to go to the detention room to find Ye Fan.
As a result, he was stunned as soon as he entered the hall.
Ye Fan was not locked up. He was sitting in the lobby of the police station, diagnosing dozens of police officers one by one who were queuing up.
All the patients he treated on the spot were astonished.
Almost all of them, who have been working hard on the front line all year round, have three high diseases, including stomach problems, liver diseases, waist and leg diseases, and heart disease. They usually have no time for treatment and are difficult to cure, so they are very tortured.
Now that Ye Fan was able to relieve his pain with just a few injections, naturally everyone was very grateful. When they heard that he could be completely cured by taking a few medicines, they even cheered.
Liu Hanyan also smiled. The dysmenorrhea that had been worse than death for many years had improved, and she felt that Ye Fan was more and more pleasing to the eye.
Therefore, not only was Ye Fan not on the bench in the branch, he was also popular and popular, even more popular than Yang Jianxiong and others.
"Uncle, I have been worried about your hard life all day long, but I didn't expect you to live a more prosperous life than me."
Yang Jianxiong rushed forward, grabbed Ye Fan's wrist and shouted:
"Come on, follow me to the hospital and rescue Qianxue..."
Ye Fan staggered and replied while chewing a sandwich: "No, no, I haven't bailed yet."
Liu Hanyan and the others also echoed: "Yes, Director Yang, Mark can't leave."
"Bail your asshole."
Yang Jianxiong shouted to Liu Hanyan and the others: "I will vouch for Ye Fan. If he runs away, I will go to jail!"
Then, he put Ye Fan into the car, stepped on the accelerator and left quickly.
On the way forward, Yang Jianxiong informed Ye Fan of the situation and also told him how he fell from the horse.
Ye Fan was not curious about Yang Qianxue's horse riding. Last time she went to Dongli Courtyard, she showed her enthusiasm for equestrian skills. He was just a little surprised that Song Hongyan also appeared at the racecourse.
Why did this woman go to the racecourse if she didn't rescue herself?
Later, he gave up the idea of joking and turned to thinking about how to save Yang Qianxue.
He had no sympathy for Mr. Yang and his family, but he was a close friend of brothers Yang Baoguo and Yang Jianxiong, and he had to give them face.
The car drove very fast, and ten minutes later, Ye Fan followed Yang Jianxiong and appeared at Boai.
Yang Jianxiong did not go to his elder brother, but took Ye Fan to the intensive care unit, told him about the injury and showed him the photos.
Finally, Yang Jianxiong looked at Ye Fan and said:
"Ye Fan, I know that my eldest brother is harsh to you and has caused you a lot of grievances. Let me first say sorry to you on his behalf."
He bowed: "I just hope that you, Sir, don't argue with him and save Qianxue."
Ye Fan supported Yang Jianxiong and said, "You're too polite, Director Yang. I'm such a coward, so I won't come with you."
"Thank you, Mark. Let's not talk about the matter for now. We will clarify it later. Can you see the patient first?"
Yang Jianxiong opened the door and asked Ye Fan to go in and check the situation: "Ye Fan, are you sure you can rescue Qianxue?"
Ye Fan scanned the photo, checked Yang Qianxue's pulse, and finally nodded: "I'm sure!"
Yang Jianxiong suddenly became happy: "How many points?"
Ye Fan said calmly: "Ten points!"
"snort--"
At this moment, a disdainful snort came from the door:
