"Yes!" The young soldier didn't say anything more, turned around and walked out, and just did whatever his leader said.
Meng Cheng’s previous leader was also injured, and this person was temporarily assigned to escort Meng Cheng back to Beijing.
When the father and his two sons came in, they saw Meng Cheng on a ventilator. His body, head, and legs were covered in bandages, and he had various tubes inserted into his body. Several machines beside the bed were humming from time to time.
Meng Jianshe's lips were trembling. He couldn't believe that the man lying on the hospital bed, who looked like a rag doll, miserable and silent, was his high-spirited son.
But there was no one else in the ward except the person lying on the bed.
He walked over slowly step by step, or rather, moved over little by little.
I wanted to reach out and touch him, but my hand trembled unconsciously and curled up again.
He didn't dare touch it! At least from his perspective, most of Meng Cheng's body, as far as the eye could see, was wrapped in thick gauze.
When Meng Jianshe opened his mouth, his voice was choked with sobs and broke: "Xiao, Xiaocheng, Daddy is here..."
He covered his face, slowly squatted down and slid down to the ground, tears flowing silently through his fingers.
Meng Jianjun and the old man looked at the person on the hospital bed and felt very uncomfortable. Listening to Meng Jianshe's sobs, it felt like someone was clutching their hearts tightly.
People who feel stuffy and painful have sore noses, sore eyes, and sore throats, and they want to cry.
But now is not the time to be sad. At least Xiao Cheng is still alive and breathing. As long as he is alive, there is hope! There is still hope!
The two men looked around the room and looked at each other. The old man reached into his pocket, walked forward, and with the cooperation of Meng Jianjun, quickly fed the medicine to Meng Cheng.
Maybe Meng Cheng was in a deep coma and couldn't even swallow reflexively, and a little bit of liquid flowed out from the corners of his mouth.
The old man and Meng Jianjun's eyebrows twitched slightly, and for a moment they didn't know whether they felt sorry for Meng Cheng or for the potion.
Although a little bit of it leaked out, fortunately most of it was fed in. The two of them finally felt relieved that they had been worried since last night.
Meng Jianshe stared blankly at his father and brother.
The old man had just wiped the water marks from the corner of Meng Cheng's mouth when he heard the sound of the door on the side of the ward opening.
Duan Qi was so tired that he didn't want to go out, but after thinking about it, he decided to go out. At least he could meet the family of the injured Meng Cheng. After all, this was the minimum respect.
But he didn't expect that as soon as he opened the door, two hook-like gazes fell on him. What frightened him even more was that both of them were wearing J-style clothes.
Every one of them has a higher title than him, especially this old man. The honors all over his body show that he is an old comrade who has made countless contributions!
He suddenly no longer felt tired and didn't bother to think too much. His feet were faster than his brain and he took two steps forward to salute the old leader. Then he turned to salute the younger one, Meng Jianjun.
Then he shook hands with Meng Jianjun, who was closest to him.
"Are the two leaders? Major Meng's family?" he asked tentatively.
In fact, everyone was already standing here, and the answer was about to come out, but he was a little surprised. Who was this Meng Cheng?
There is someone in my family who holds a high position, and there is actually an old comrade like this in charge!
"We are Meng Cheng's grandfather and uncle, and that is Meng Cheng's father."
Hearing someone talking, Meng Jianshe wiped his face and stood up. Only then did Duan Qi realize that there was another person in the ward.
After walking up and shaking hands with Meng Jianshe, Meng Jianshe asked the question that everyone wanted to know most: How is Meng Cheng doing now?
Duan Qi motioned for the three of them to sit down first. He raised his hand, picked up the medical record from the table next to him, and handed it to Meng Jianshe. He sat there, his hands clenched into fists on his knees, leaning forward slightly and sighing softly:
"We just arrived and you guys came too. The doctors who came with us are now having an inter-hospital consultation with the doctors and experts here. The injuries are too severe!
To put it bluntly, don't be angry. The doctor said Meng Cheng is really just hanging on by a thread. "
The implication is that people could die at any time.
The three of them looked at the two or three pages of injury assessment in the medical record with trembling hearts. After listening to Duan Qi's words, they suddenly seemed to have lost confidence in the potion.
Potions, will that work?
"The hospital back home said there was no hope, but he was still breathing, so we couldn't just give up. The doctor here just gave him a preliminary diagnosis and said he could be saved.
After their consultation, the family can sign and the surgery can be performed again. However, they clearly stated that the chance of success is only 20%, and even if the patient is saved, there is a high chance of him becoming a vegetative state.
"Snap"
It was the sound of a medical record folder falling to the ground. Meng Jianshe tried to pick it up in panic with a helpless look on his face, but his hands were shaking so badly that he couldn't pick it up at all.
Meng Jianjun couldn't bear to see his brother like this, so he held him down and reached out to pick up the folder.
The old man looked in Meng Cheng's direction without saying a word.
He didn't know whether this bottle of potion could save Meng Cheng. He only knew that this seemed to be their only lifeline at the moment.
"Save him! We must save him, even if there's only a 20% chance of success, we'll do the surgery!
"Jianjun, you stay here, give me the car keys, I will go and ask Mr. Chen to come out of retirement myself."
"Dad, Mr. Chen has closed the door to visitors since he was rehabilitated." Meng Jianjun reminded.
He was not afraid of the old man driving, as the old man drove more steadily than him. However, after Mr. Chen was rehabilitated, many people wanted to invite him out of retirement but none of them were able to meet him.
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When Meng Xiao came back at noon, his expression was a little serious. Shen Qingli glanced at his expression from a distance and felt something was wrong. Her heart skipped a beat and her face was slightly nervous.
"How's it going? Meng Cheng?"
As she said this, she handed Meng Lian in her arms to Aunt Liu.
Meng Xiao's eyes darkened. He leaned back in his chair wearily, pinching his brows. "Dad just called from the hospital and said he's been rushed to the operating room. The doctor only has a 20% chance of survival. Even if he survives, there's a high chance he'll be in a vegetative state. Grandpa has invited Dr. Chen, a traditional Chinese medicine doctor."
"Oh my god! This is so serious! Mr. Chen's name is Mr. Chen?"
"right."
Because Aunt Liu was there, they didn't say much about the potion.
They both knew that the medicine had definitely been taken, and the doctor's judgment must have been based on the diagnosis before taking the medicine.
As for how your body will feel after drinking the medicine and after the operation, you have to do your best and leave the rest to fate.
There is nothing else to do except pray silently.
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