Chapter 708 Very likely to be disabled
Ruan Xueling was sent to Jincheng Military Hospital by Xiao Yize, and is receiving emergency treatment in the ICU ward.
There were many media reporters outside the hospital, and they squatted here to get first-hand news of Ruan Xueling's injury.
The military hospital has strict management, and Xiao Yize has also issued orders, so these reporters are not allowed to enter to disturb the order of the hospital.
Gu Zhaoming and Gu Pei were sitting on chairs in the corridor of the hospital. Both father and son were staring at the door of the emergency room.
Gu Zhaoming, known as the old fox in the shopping mall, looked slumped, fidgeting, and at a loss like a child.
Gu Pei, who used to play games when he was free, felt a little sluggish after sitting here, his eyes were bloodshot.
The phone screen lit up, and messages from his friends kept popping up, but he turned off the phone irritably, not interested in reading the messages.
After Xiao Yize sent Ruan Xueling to the emergency room, he took the initiative to help her make up the registration, pay the fee, and was busy.
He promised Miss Gu that he would not let Mrs. Gu have anything to do.
The atmosphere in the hospital was very depressing. The door of the emergency room was closed. In the corridor, apart from Gu Zhaoming and others, there were other family members of the patients, sobbing and choking constantly.
Every time the door of the emergency room is opened and a doctor comes out, the family members in the corridor will surround him.
The same goes for Gu Zhaoming and Gu Pei, but they have not yet heard from Ruan Xueling.
Every minute and every second seems extremely long, and every moment of waiting is suffering.
The door of the emergency room opened again, Gu Zhaoming and Gu Pei subconsciously stood up and walked towards the door.
After the doctor came out, he asked the surrounding family members, "Is the family member of the patient Ruan Xueling there?"
"This, here, I am her husband!"
Gu Zhaoming's eyes lit up instantly, and he stretched out his hand and stepped forward.
Gu Pei also followed anxiously, asking: "Doctor, how is my mother?"
The doctor was wearing a mask, couldn't see clearly, spoke in a serious voice, and spoke quickly, "Family members, please don't worry, the patient's life is not in danger for the time being.
She was lucky, the bleeding was stopped in time when she was sent over, and there was no irreparable consequence due to blood loss. "
The doctor even thought it was a miracle. In the past, those with multiple injuries and bleeding in such places in the past might have died of excessive blood loss when they were sent, or hemorrhagic shock caused brain hypoxia and caused irreversible brain damage.
Gu Zhaoming and Gu Pei let go of their concerns.
Gu Pei instantly remembered the medicine Gu Jin gave Ruan Xueling, "It should be Gu Jin's hemostatic medicine!"
The doctor was a little surprised when he heard this, and wanted to ask what hemostatic drug worked so well.
But now is not the time to ask these questions. The doctor flipped through Ruan Xueling's CT examination report and said in a solemn tone, "However, the patient's current condition is not optimistic. The patient's head hit the ground, causing intracranial injury and bleeding, requiring surgery.
Surgery has certain risks. The hematoma is in an important part of the brain. The best neurosurgeons in the military hospital have a 60% success rate in surgery. There is a possibility of disability after the operation.
This is the detailed operation consent form, please sign if there is no problem, and we will arrange the operation for the patient immediately. "
The hearts of Gu Zhaoming and Gu Pei sank instantly.
"Sixty percent success rate?! Is it possible to be disabled if you succeed?" Gu Pei was anxious, "Is there no better doctor? What about other hospitals?"
Gu Zhaoming’s hands holding the pen and the operation consent form were trembling, and he looked at the doctor with hope, "Yes, there is no one in Jincheng, but what about Beijing? Are there any doctors with a higher success rate of surgery?"
The doctor shook his head, "The best neurosurgeons in our hospital can be said to be top-notch in the world. In fact, whether it is in Jincheng, Beijing, or abroad, the success rate is the same..."
The doctor was talking, his voice suddenly stopped, and he suddenly thought of the genius doctor in the VIP ward of neurosurgery in the military hospital.
(end of this chapter)
