Su Zhixiang was somewhat moved; he seemed to have taken his words to heart. His mother was sobbing uncontrollably, her arms around his lap.
Lin Zhaoyue stood to the side for a while, then took out a handkerchief from her pocket and handed it over. "Auntie, please try to control your emotions. Let's talk about it slowly. Crying won't solve anything."
"Okay, thank you." Su's mother raised her hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes. She took a breath and said, "Zhixiang, how about the surgery? I don't have any other requests for you. I just hope that you can live a good life! As long as you are alive, I have hope for the future."
Su Zhixiang remained silent for a long time before finally asking Lin Zhaoyue, "What are the chances of the surgery being successful?"
"The success rate of surgery for congenital heart disease is already low, but any surgery carries risks. For you now, not having surgery is even more dangerous."
Lin Zhaoyue didn't give him a clear answer. Su Zhixiang stared at her for a while, then chuckled to himself, "Hehe."
He didn't even dare to say the success rate of the surgery; he estimated he wouldn't survive the operation.
So be it, if this life is gone, it's gone. He didn't want to live anymore anyway, so he left everything to fate.
Su Zhixiang nodded slightly, "Okay, I agree to the surgery, you can make the arrangements directly!"
Seeing that he had agreed, Su's mother hurriedly looked at Lin Zhaoyue, "Dr. Lin, when can we schedule the surgery? The sooner the better!"
"We haven't finalized the specific surgical plan yet, so please don't rush," Lin Zhaoyue said, turning back to discuss it with Professor Liao.
Liao Ping didn't have time to consider the surgical plan right now. He finished seeing all the patients for the day and checked Su Zhixiang's preoperative examination report again before leaving get off work.
He is physically weak and may not be able to survive the surgery.
Although various agreements will be signed by the family members, if the surgery fails, it will be a devastating blow to the family.
Professor Liao takes every surgery very seriously, and he makes detailed records of each one.
Lin Zhaoyue remained seated, not daring to disturb Professor Liao's thoughts.
After a long silence, Liao Ping sighed, raised his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose. "No one is omnipotent. Every patient's situation is different. We need to see how things go during the surgery and adapt accordingly."
"Professor, Su Zhixiang has congenital heart disease. I also have a young patient here with congenital heart disease. If patients like this don't have surgery, they will only die." The risks of surgery are even greater; it's a matter of "fate" taking a perilous turn.
Lin Zhaoyue wanted to know whether Yue'er should have surgery or not.
"Yes." Professor Liao frowned and said seriously, "Because with the current level of medical technology, this type of surgery cannot be 100% successful."
If the probability of success increases significantly, it would be a benefit for people with congenital heart disease.
“Su Zhixiang is in poor health. In addition to his heart disease, he has other problems. My biggest worry now is that his organs may fail during the surgery.”
Then it's not just a heart problem; organ failure means the person is finished.
Professor Liao will inform the family of all these details before performing the surgery.
Lin Zhaoyue discussed the surgical plan with the professor until midnight. When she left the hospital, Jiang Jingzhou had been waiting outside for several hours, but he did not go in to disturb her.
"If you get tired of waiting, come inside and find me."
Seeing the weariness between his brows, Lin Zhaoyue couldn't help but reach out and smooth it out.
"I'm not tired." Jiang Jingzhou wasn't tired at all. The one who was really tired in this family was Lin Zhaoyue, who was pregnant and still had to work such a high intensity job.
"go home."
Lin Zhaoyue understood a principle very early on: nothing external is important, what matters is having a healthy body.
After all, health is the foundation of everything.
Su Zhixiang scheduled the surgery two days later, and Lin Zhaoyue didn't see Mu Jingwan during those days.
Su's mother occasionally mentioned that after the last incident, she locked the person in the house and wouldn't let her out.
Lin Zhaoyue knew that Mu Jingwan had married into a higher social class.
All she wanted was the protection of the Su family, and this is how her life turned out.
Mu Jingwan brought this upon herself.
...
Su Zhixiang's surgery lasted from morning until night, a full ten hours. Lin Zhaoyue's legs went numb from standing in the operating room, and Professor Liao didn't even take a break in between, persevering throughout the entire process.
Fortunately, the surgery was successful.
Su's mother was overjoyed and immediately gave Lin Zhaoyue and Professor Liao large red envelopes.
The thickness of the red envelope was equivalent to their combined annual salary.
Professor Liao waved his hand and refused, "I can't accept this. Our hospital has regulations that prohibit accepting red envelopes from patients' families. Please keep this for now."
"This is just to express our gratitude," said Su's mother happily. "You two have worked so hard to save my son's life! This little bit of money is nothing."
“Rules are rules. If you insist on giving us this money, we’re making a mistake.” Lin Zhaoyue pushed it back, a faint smile on her lips. “The surgery was successful, and we doctors are happy too. Next, we’ll send him to the intensive care unit for observation. If there are no problems, he can be transferred to a regular ward.”
Su's mother nodded repeatedly and said "Okay!"
Su Zhifei breathed a sigh of relief; this was even more nerve-wracking than going out to do business.
I haven't eaten or drunk anything since this morning, I've been living in constant fear.
His gaze lingered on Lin Zhaoyue, and he didn't look away for a long time.
"What's wrong?"
Su's mother wondered why her son was looking at her like that. Could it be that they knew each other?
"Mother, who is she?"
Su Zhifei asked a question that seemed to be out of nowhere.
"The Lin family's daughter." Su's mother briefly introduced Lin Zhaoyue to her son. Su Zhifei's eyes flickered. "So it's her!"
"You know them?" Su's mother thought again and realized it was impossible. Her eldest son was much older than Lin Zhaoyue, how could they possibly know each other!
"Lin Erwu brought her out to discuss business, and we met once." Su Zhifei thought the girl was pretty back then, but he didn't expect her to grow up to be even more poised and elegant.
"..." Su's mother didn't think much of what her son said. She followed the nurse to the ward, hoping to catch a glimpse of Zhixiang.
——
At eight o'clock in the afternoon, Lin Zhaoyue left work on time. After changing her clothes, she was about to go out when Su Zhifei seemed to have been waiting for her for a long time.
"Zhaoyue".
Lin Zhaoyue looked at him in surprise, "What's wrong? Is it your brother?" What happened?
Before Lin Zhaoyue could finish asking her question, Su Zhifei quickly spoke up.
"It wasn't him."
"He's being well taken care of by the nurses in his ward right now, and they say he's showing signs of waking up."
"That's good. One of you can stay here to take care of her. It's tough for one person to stay here alone."
Lin Zhaoyue was about to leave after speaking when Su Zhifei called her back again, "You really don't recognize me?"
Lin Zhaoyue stopped in her tracks, not understanding what he meant.
"Hmm? When did we meet?"
“You must have been fifteen or sixteen that year. Your dad brought you out to do business, and we met at a dinner party!”
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