After recovering from her shock, Zhou Jiao refused to have Doctor Zheng come to her house. She knew her physical condition and that she had simply been too tense.
Now they don’t know which grandson of the Cheng family is in trouble, nor do they know the extent of his condition. The mother and daughter should go to the hospital immediately to accompany the old lady.
"You rest at home, I'll go."
Zhou Jiao still felt a little weak and tired of explaining. She walked out of the study, picked up the coat, hat and scarf hanging in the living room and started to put them on.
"So stubborn, just like your dad!" Miao Lishan muttered, and then helped her out of the yard worriedly, "Walk slowly, the car won't come so fast."
Early spring has not yet arrived, and the streets are very quiet at night, with only a few people appearing occasionally.
As the car drove along and approached the Military General Hospital, a light drizzle began to fall outside. When I stretched my hand out of the car window, I couldn't help but shiver.
The hospital is not a good place, especially the operating room, which always evokes bad associations.
When Zhou Jiao came over, Old Mrs. Cheng was sitting outside the operating room door with the old man waiting, and Cheng Ruzhu and his wife, as well as guards, were also with them.
At this moment, everyone looked at the operating room with serious expressions.
Zhou Jiao pressed her chest, trying her best to slow down her heart's beating.
Seeing her mother walk to the old lady, she walked to Cheng Ruzhu and asked quietly, "Aunt, how is the situation now?"
"It's not very optimistic. We are still trying to save them."
Only then did Zhou Jiao realize that Cheng Ruzhu's eyes were red and swollen under the light. She opened her mouth, but suddenly found that any words of comfort were useless.
After waiting for a while, a middle-aged soldier who was relatively unfamiliar to her came into the corridor and walked up to Mr. Cheng accompanied by several other soldiers.
"Chief..."
Elder Cheng shook his head at him and asked, "How are the other soldiers doing?"
"The operation is complete."
"That's good. Take them to rest early."
"We'll wait with you for a while."
Upon hearing this, Mr. Cheng didn't say anything else. He held the old lady tightly with one hand and looked at the operating room intently.
Time passed by bit by bit. During this time, the operating room door opened once. A nurse hurried out and then hurriedly pushed the medicine cart back in.
Seeing the other party's nervous expression, no one dared to make a sound, for fear of disturbing the operation inside. The atmosphere was so depressing that people could hardly breathe.
This wait lasted more than four hours.
The door of the operating room finally opened, and this time a middle-aged male doctor in a white coat came out.
Seeing this familiar figure, Zhou Jiao stood up hurriedly. Her legs were numb from sitting for so long. If her mother hadn't supported her, she would have almost fallen down.
During a pause, Elder Cheng in front asked, "Doctor, how is my grandson?"
The doctor took off his mask and said, "The operation was successful, but the patient lost too much blood and is still in a coma. If he doesn't wake up within the next 24 hours..."
Although the doctor didn't say what would happen next, everyone knew what would happen and could only pray that the child would wake up soon.
Zhou Jiao looked at Cheng Shaoning who was pushed out later.
Yes, she already knew that this was Cheng Shaoning from the Cheng family.
This is the youngest grandson of the Cheng family and the youngest son of Cheng Siyu, the second son of the Cheng family. He is not even 30 years old this year and is the eldest son that the second cousin-in-law of the Cheng family loves the most.
This is a child who has been clamoring to inherit the glorious mission of his grandparents and parents since he was young, and a sunny man who is proud to be a soldier.
Zhou Jiao remembered his heroic figure when playing basketball, his rogue behavior when he came home to practice moves with the three Ping'an brothers, and the moment when he announced with a silly grin that he had been admitted to the military academy.
At this moment, he was tied up with bandages like a mummy, lying lifeless on the hospital bed that he once said he hated the most.
It was already 11 o'clock in the evening when he was pushed into the intensive care unit.
The 24-hour curse makes everyone reluctant to leave.
Looking through the glass, Mr. and Mrs. Cheng, who had changed into white coats after disinfection, were sitting in the intensive care unit, staring at their little grandson.
Cheng Ruzhu leaned her head on her lover Wen Congwen's shoulder and said in a low voice: "I don't know how to call my brother and sister-in-law."
Miao Lishan patted her and said, "It's okay. The child is tired and needs to rest now. He will know to get up at dawn. He should usually do morning exercises at this time."
"My sister-in-law called me a few days ago and told me that she dreamt that Xiao Ning was covered in blood. She woke up in shock and didn't dare tell anyone. I told her that dreams are the opposite of reality."
"Last year, my sister-in-law told me that Xiaoning was almost 30 years old and had to go on a blind date. I told her there was a good girl at work and we should have them meet at the end of the year. If they were a good match, we could get married and have a child soon..."
Zhou Jiao knew that she was talking to herself and could not hear other people's comfort. She sighed secretly and rubbed her swollen and painful solar plexus.
After sitting for a while, she couldn't bear it anymore, pinched her mother's palm, and quietly left to go to the doctor's duty room.
"Junior Sister?" Seeing Zhou Jiao come in, the middle-aged doctor shouted, "Why are you here? Why do you look so strange?"
"Seventh Senior Brother, is there any water?"
"Wait a minute, I'll pour it for you right away."
This seventh senior brother is one of her master uncle's disciples.
According to her master, she was studying Chinese medicine well when she was young, but one day she seemed to be possessed by an evil spirit and wanted to specialize in Western medicine. As a result, she almost had her legs broken by her uncle.
However, her seventh senior brother did not disappoint his uncle. Now, he has become well-known in the industry for combining Chinese and Western medicine and is known as Yang Yidao.
Senior Brother Seven was a considerate gentleman. He got a bottle of glucose from somewhere, soaked it in boiling water, poured it into an enamel jar and handed it to her.
Zhou Jiao took a sip and sighed contentedly like a cat: "Finally, I'm alive."
Senior Brother Seven glanced at her with amusement, thought for a moment, and began to open a few office drawers. He found a small package of military compressed biscuits and handed it to her.
"Luckily, I robbed my senior brother of his rations before the New Year, otherwise you would still be starving. Tell me, why did you run out so late at night? Did you meet the soldier who will be performing surgery tonight, or did you want to get some information?"
Zhou Jiao waved her hand. "I'm not hungry. You're worthy of being my senior brother, so smart! You have both. Have you forgotten that the Cheng family is related to me?"
"No wonder! I performed surgery on Cheng Shaoning from the Cheng family tonight. He was shot three times in vital areas, and the most serious bullet missed his heart by a hair's breadth."
Zhou Jiao frowned, "Is it so serious?"
"Or will he be sent back to Beijing immediately?"
After the Seventh Senior Brother finished speaking, he tore open the biscuit package and handed it to her, "Eat it quickly, the patient won't wake up so soon. Do you want me to get you a room next to him so you can sleep?"
Under normal circumstances, Zhou Jiao would have burst out laughing after hearing this.
But now she was too lazy to muster any energy, just shook her head and asked him if he had heard any news from the front line from these patients.
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