Chapter 105 Support him for life

Chen Jingyang certainly understood!

His face turned deathly pale instantly. He opened his mouth, but overwhelming grief and self-reproach choked him, and he could only manage a broken whisper: "That...that is..."

He did it!

But he was too ashamed to say it, and just nodded vigorously. His rounded nails unknowingly pierced his palm, and bright red blood quickly dripped from between his fingers. Tears instantly streamed down his face!

Li Kedong was silent for a moment, then seemed to understand something, a trace of pity flashing in his eyes: "I understand. This situation could lead to serious infection and great psychological trauma, and it also explains his high fever and extreme physical stress. This requires multidisciplinary collaboration, and the surgery will be very difficult. You... be prepared."

Are you mentally prepared?

What kind of mental preparation should you make?!

Is it the psychological preparation for Zhang Pengfei's death if the surgery fails? Or the psychological preparation for Zhang Pengfei becoming mentally disabled if the surgery succeeds?

He's not mentally prepared for this!

He can't lose Zhang Pengfei!

We also cannot accept Zhang Pengfei becoming an idiot!

He wanted the Zhang Pengfei who flirted with him, the Zhang Pengfei who blushed shyly, the Zhang Pengfei who told him to eat braised eggs, bread, and drink yogurt before drinking!

Chen Jingyang's Adam's apple bobbed as he licked his dry lips. In a very firm tone, he said, "I won't make any preparations! No matter what method you use, you must save him! He can't be harmed!"

Li Kedong stood up, glanced at Chen Jingyang, and said, "We will naturally do our best to treat him, but..."

"Don't fucking say 'but'!" Chen Jingyang roared, tears streaming down his face.

"Jingyang!" Lin Zheyan called out to remind him.

With red eyes and a stiff neck, Chen Jingyang took a deep breath, trying to control his emotions, and said in a deep voice, "He must be alright! Any price is acceptable!"

Cao Jinling patted him on the shoulder, trying to comfort him: "Surgery certainly carries risks, but risks are not absolute. Director Li's skills are among the best in the country, and he will definitely do his best to save the patient. We must trust him!"

He then said to Li Kedong, "This is something that Secretary Gu personally called to inquire about. The hospital is also under considerable pressure. If you need any personnel, medicine, or support, just let us know. We must do everything we can to ensure the patient's safety and health."

Time was of the essence, and Li Kedong didn't have time for formalities. He nodded and said, "Of course, we respect every life. Even if Secretary Gu hadn't called, we would have done our best to fulfill our duties!"

He turned to the head of the medical department and said, "Let's get on with the procedures quickly, don't waste any more time, we'll go prepare right away."

The head of the medical department nodded, instructed the nurse to record the video, and began his statement: "The patient, Zhang Pengfei, is clearly identified. He is in critical condition with loss of consciousness and high fever following a traumatic brain injury, and his life is in imminent danger. After consultation with Dr. Li Kedong, Director of Neurosurgery, and Dr. Yang Lihong, Director of the Emergency Department, it was unanimously agreed that immediate emergency surgery is necessary. However, we are currently unable to contact the patient's family..."

As Cao Jinling signed his name in the "Authorized Person" column of the "Approval Form for Surgery of Critically Ill Patients", Zhang Pengfei was immediately pushed out of the emergency room.

Chen Jingyang looked at the person on the hospital bed, his eyes stinging as if pricked by a needle, too painful to open!

In just one day, Zhang Pengfei was completely different from before!

To be precise, what was lying on the hospital bed was not a person, but an object that had been violently damaged and barely pieced together.

Yesterday he had soft, flowing black short hair, but today when I saw him again, his head had been shaved bald.

His eyes were tightly closed, his eye sockets were sunken, and his face was a deathly pale color, even faintly bluish, which formed a horrifying contrast with the huge and hideous purplish-black subcutaneous hematoma that bulged high near his temples.

A thick, rigid breathing tube was inserted into his mouth, connected to a portable oxygen cylinder next to him. Each time the ventilator inflated, his chest rose and fell unnaturally and mechanically.

An IV line was inserted into the back of his left hand, covered with tape. Clear medicine and dark blood products were slowly dripping into his body through the IV tube. His wrist was covered in bruises, whether from being pinched yesterday or from falling down the stairs, it was unclear.

He was covered with a thin hospital blanket, but his body was unusually stiff. He was a shell whose life had been drained and was barely maintained by modern medical equipment. Anyone who saw him would immediately think of four words: "a dying man!"

Just yesterday he was full of energy, laughing and clapping for him. He was such a warm and beautiful person. But after just one night, he's become like this!

Before meeting Zhang Pengfei, Chen Jingyang always thought that Li Kedong was exaggerating the severity of the illness and the difficulty of the surgery!

As a doctor, who would dare to make definitive statements from the outset? It's similar to negotiating with someone; you won't reveal your bottom line or hand at the beginning. You can say yes or no, and you'll negotiate as much as you can.

However, after meeting Zhang Pengfei, he realized that what Li Kedong said was true.

Zhang Pengfei is really about to die!

Whether I was obedient, rebellious, happy, or angry in the past, it will all be gone from now on.

Zhang Pengfei may never smile at him again.

He might never be able to touch him again!

This person will pass through his fingertips like the wind, taking nothing with him and leaving nothing behind, and his shadow will never be found in the world again.

If I want to see him again in the future, I will only be able to do so through thin paper and a hard screen.

After that, the people under his command will never be warm again; they will not get angry no matter how he punishes them, and they will not respond to the gentlest caresses.

Chen Jingyang's tears fell to the ground like large raindrops. He gripped Zhang Pengfei's hand tightly, crying uncontrollably, "Baby! Wake up! Open your eyes and look at me!"

Zhang Pengfei lay on the hospital bed without making a sound. He lay there quietly and straight like a statue, without even moving his eyelashes!

The only sounds in the corridor were the gurgling of the wheelchair's wheels and the buzzing of the ventilator.

They arrived at the operating room door quickly, and in just a few dozen seconds, Chen Jingyang's "final escort" of Zhang Pengfei came to an end.

He kissed Zhang Pengfei's hand reluctantly, then stood up, tears welling in his eyes, and bowed deeply to Li Kedong.

When people have something to ask for, they will have to bow their heads!

"Director Li, please, you must save him! As long as he's alive...!"

As long as he's alive!

Even if he wakes up and becomes an idiot, I will take care of him for the rest of my life!