Doctor Liu had not yet recovered from the phrase "Mu the Divine Doctor’s disciple" when he was directly infuriated upon hearing the latter part from Doctor Chen.
"Are you crazy? Do you not know his condition? How could you let him on the operating table?"
"He insisted on going up, and there’s nothing we could do. If the person inside isn’t saved this ti, Mu Han won’t make it either. At least now one person has been saved. They are both under the protection of Third Young Master. If anything happens, our hospital cannot afford it."
As he spoke, they had already pushed the drunkard into the operating room prepared for him in advance.
Doctor Weng Te also rushed over.
As the door of the operating room closed, another fierce battle began.
The young man stood aside, watching as the sharp scalpel sliced open the drunkard’s chest, his own heart started to ache.
Even more fiercely than the previous tis, it was so clear as if he was a living person.
Five hours later
Everything returned to calm.
"How did it go?"
Doctor Chen, who couldn’t help much and only assisted throughout, asked.
Doctor Weng Te removed his mask, his face pale after several hours of battle.
Speaking in fairly standard Mandarin, he said, "The situation is not optimistic. I would’ve had a seventy percent chance before, but this ti he was overworked and overstimulated, severely damaging both ntally and physically. The heart has multiple ruptures and bleeding. If the rescue wasn’t tily, he wouldn’t have made it off the operating table. In short, I really can’t help him this ti. Whether he wakes up or not depends on him, and even if he does, with his current condition, he won’t last more than six months."
"He’s playing with his life," Doctor Liu said, furious.
As the attending physician of the drunkard, he was more aware than anyone of how difficult the treatnt process was.
Life-threatening chemotherapy, countless surgeries, taking dicine as food every day, even struggling to breathe, several tis hovering at the gates of hell... He finally agreed to cooperate with treatnt and had the will to survive, yet at the critical mont, he exchanged his life for another’s.
Just when it was supposed to be over, unexpectedly, this caused chaos and directly tossed him into hell.
A life, a life snatched from the gates of hell, just sent back like this.
Doctor Liu, with red eyes, was furious.
All efforts poured in during this period had suddenly turned to smoke.
The drunkard was sent into the intensive care unit, while Qing Yi was in the nearby ward.
Separated by a wall, one was out of life-threatening danger, the other was still precariously hanging on.
Having dealt with Wells’ matters, the doctor in white arrived at the hospital and was in Qing Yi’s ward.
"You said it was soone nad Mu Han who saved him?"
"A friend? Soone close to Qing Yi?"
Still unaware of the drunkard’s real na and the fact that he was staying at the People’s Hospital, the doctor in white was sowhat bewildered.
Until he followed the nurse next door and saw the drunkard, only then did he understand what had happened.
The nurse relayed Doctor Weng Te’s words to the doctor in white, who turned pale upon hearing them.
Earlier, he kept asking about the drunkard’s condition, and Qing Yi reluctantly told him the drunkard was sick but refused to disclose which hospital he was in because the drunkard did not want to see anyone except Qing Yi.
Not even the Third Young Master.
And Qing Yi did not ntion how severe the drunkard’s situation was, so severe that even he, the Divine Doctor, couldn’t help.
At this mont, the doctor in white was both angry and annoyed.
Angry that they all kept it from him.
Within a day, the Third Young Master was hospitalized due to a hemorrhage, Qing Yi got into a car accident, and the drunkard ended up like this.
Suddenly three collapsed, the doctor in white was on the brink of madness.
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