Without letting it ring for long, Ye Qiu immediately picked up the phone.
It was unclear what was said on the other end of the phone. Ye Qiu handed the phone to Shen Qingli and asked her to answer it. Shen Qingli picked up the phone and heard Meng Xiao's voice coming from the phone: "Qingqing?"
Shen Qingli responded in a low voice: "It's me, you say."
"Qingqing, listen, Grandpa's condition isn't good. He wasn't in good health to begin with, and this time he had a stroke caused by the qi and blood attacking his heart. The hospital is now contacting expert doctors to come for a consultation.
The doctor currently treating him said that there is a high probability that surgery is required, but considering the old man’s old age, he is afraid that he will not be able to survive and get off the operating table.
I...I need your help, can you understand? Can you, wife?"
Meng Xiao's voice was a little panicked and choked. That was the grandfather he admired and loved the most. He was like a helpless child who didn't know what to do at the moment.
Surgery is riskier with age.
Without surgery, it is uncertain whether he can wake up.
He had no choice but to think of the three drops of spiritual spring liquid in Shen Qingli's space every year.
His panic and helplessness made Shen Qingli feel even more uncomfortable.
"I understand, but I'm not sure if it will work. But now that things have come to this, let's give it a try, okay?" Shen Qingli's gentle voice seemed to give him great strength.
"I don't dare to leave, Qingqing. Can I let Meng Cheng go back and pick you up now?"
There was a hint of pleading in his voice. Shen Qingli responded and hung up the phone.
Several people in the room came over to ask about it. Shen Qingli quickly relayed, "The doctor said it's a stroke caused by Qi and blood attacking the heart, and surgery is likely necessary. Considering Grandpa's age, they're worried he won't make it through the operating table, so the hospital is calling in doctors and experts for a consultation. Mom, prepare the quilt and other hospital supplies. I'll go back to the room to get them and bring them with me when Meng Cheng comes to pick me up."
After she said this, she walked out. No one chased her to ask why Meng Cheng came to pick her up to go to the hospital. There must be a reason for asking her to go.
Perhaps it was because husband and wife were becoming more and more alike. When she was explaining things in an orderly manner, they seemed to see the shadow of Meng Xiao in this girl.
Shen Qingli returned to her room, closed the door, and went into the space to take out a small porcelain bottle. Inside was a drop of spiritual spring liquid. It was hard to say that one drop was a potion, so she added a little more spiritual spring water.
Afraid that it wasn't enough, he took out another bottle, added some spiritual spring water, and sealed it again.
He then took two stacks of Great Unity banknotes from her safe where she kept her cash and put them in his pocket. They had left in such a hurry that they probably didn't bring any money with them.
Take it first, there is no need to take it back.
After doing all this, she walked out of the space and all the way to the front yard. Meng Xiao had not arrived yet, but her mother-in-law and second aunt had already packed a quilt, basin, towel, and thermos.
No one knew when the group from the third room left, nor where they went, but they were nowhere to be seen.
After Meng Cheng arrived, Shen Qingli got in the car and went all the way to the hospital but didn't see anyone.
Shen Qingli cursed inwardly that Meng Lao San was such a good-for-nothing. She thought he had a change of heart and walked to the hospital to see the old man, but he angered his own father and sent him to the hospital. There was no sign of their family in the hospital!
Presumably, Meng Xiao had already told her father-in-law and second uncle before she came, so they were not surprised when she came.
"What's wrong?" Shen Qingli walked to the bedside and looked at the old man lying there, feeling uncomfortable.
Perhaps because he hadn't spoken at the moment, Meng Xiao's voice was a little hoarse: "We are currently in consultation. Did you bring the life-saving potion your master left for you?"
Meng Xiao turned his back to everyone and winked at her. Shen Qingli immediately understood that this was an excuse he made up for the existence of the spiritual spring liquid. He took out two bottles from his pocket and handed them to Meng Xiao: "Drink one bottle first. If there is no improvement, drink the second bottle. If there is still no improvement,"
Shen Qingli paused. He looked at his father-in-law and second uncle and said, "This potion is indeed very effective, but I don't know if it can save Grandpa..."
Before Shen Qingli could finish her words, her father-in-law Meng Jianjun said gently, "Dad knows what you mean. Don't feel burdened. Meng Xiao has told us everything."
Shen Qingli nodded and said nothing more. He made room for Meng Xiao to feed the old man medicine.
Afraid that the old man wouldn't be able to swallow and would spill it, Meng Xiao held up his head and asked Meng Cheng to pinch his grandfather's jaw to force him to open his mouth. He didn't let Meng Cheng let go until he was sure that the medicine would flow into his throat and would not spill.
No one spoke anymore, they just prayed and waited in silence. I didn't know how long it took, maybe five minutes, maybe ten minutes, maybe fifteen minutes.
As time passed, the light of hope in everyone's eyes gradually dimmed.
Doctors and experts filed in. The dean stepped forward and shook hands with Meng Jianjun, then spoke:
"I'm sorry, Chief Meng. After much consultation and discussion, there is currently no more effective method than surgery. The success rate of surgery is 40%. Without surgery, the success rate is maintained by medication and equipment.
Whether he can wake up later is uncertain, and it is also very dangerous. We recommend immediate surgery."
Meng Jianjun clenched his fists and took a deep breath.
"Let's have the surgery," he said.
At this moment, no one noticed that the old man on the hospital bed moved his fingers slightly.
"Meng Cheng, go pay the money. We'll do the surgery." Shen Qingli took the money out of his pocket and handed it to Meng Cheng. The grown men realized they didn't have a penny in their pockets.
"I'll go right away." Meng Cheng knew that this was not the time to be polite, so he took the money and went out.
"Prepare for surgery."
The dean tilted his head and gave instructions to the doctor beside him.
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