Seeing him so stubborn, Luo Lan suddenly stopped what he was doing, turned his head to look at him, raised his eyes slightly, and said sternly, word by word:
"Since you don't believe me, just take him away."
As soon as she finished speaking, she turned around, flicked her sleeves and prepared to leave.
Seeing that she was really going to leave, Leng Zian suddenly panicked. Xiao Zhi's legs were already at the gate of hell. When he saw Xiao Zhi had stopped breathing just now, he had already lost any hope. Now that she said she could save him, how could he miss this opportunity? Even if it was a last-ditch effort, he should let her try.
So he quickly stepped forward and held her, looking at her with pleading and compassionate eyes, and begged in a hoarse voice,
"As long as you can save him, I can do anything you want me to do. I won't bother you. I trust you. I'm leaving now, right now."
After he finished speaking, he waved his hand and shouted to everyone:
"Everyone get out."
After hearing his words, everyone present retreated and the door was closed.
Seeing that they finally left, Luo Lan waved her hand, and the operating room she carried with her suddenly appeared in front of her.
Xiaozhi's condition is very critical now. From the outside, it seems that he was strangled, resulting in respiratory arrest, brain hypoxia and insufficient blood supply to the skull. If he is not rescued in time, he may suffer cardiac arrest at any time.
Luo Lan quickly put him into a hyperbaric oxygen chamber, put an oxygen mask on him, put him on a ventilator, gave him an injection of cardiotonic, and then started using an external defibrillator on him.
After the operation, Xiaozhi's condition did not improve. Looking at the fluctuating breathing rate on the ventilator, her brows were furrowed.
All these treatments have no obvious effect. Now the last hope is to perform a tracheotomy on him and inject resuscitation drugs into his body through the trachea to ensure smooth breathing and prevent him from suffocating to death.
Time is of the essence. Luo Lan dared not stop for a moment and quickly entered the tense state of surgery.
Her brows were furrowed. She was worried that she could not cure Xiaozhi, and she was also worried that even if she cured him, he would be left with irreversible sequelae.
The operation lasted for four hours. It was not until dark that she felt Xiaozhi's weak breathing from the ventilator. Seeing the breathing frequency on the monitor slowly return to normal, she felt relieved. However, this did not guarantee that Xiaozhi would wake up smoothly, but only meant that his life was temporarily saved.
She did not move him out of the hyperbaric oxygen chamber, and only left the operating room after giving him brain stimulants and heart-stable drugs.
She knew that there must be a lot of people waiting for her outside, so she had to go out and report the news.
Sure enough, the moment she opened the door, the pitch-black night was already brightly lit by torches and oil lamps. Leng Zian came straight to her, and asked anxiously with expectation in his eyes:
"How is it? Can Xiaozhi be saved?"
Luo Lan pursed her lips tightly, looked at Leng Zian seriously, frowned and said:
"His life has been saved for now, but he has been unable to breathe on his own for too long. There is no guarantee when or if he will wake up. Perhaps he will never wake up."
Hearing this, Leng Zi'an suddenly became anxious. He wanted to squeeze in through the door, and kept shouting, "I don't believe it. I want to go see him."
But Luo Lan stopped him, "It's useless to keep arguing like this. You saw his condition clearly just now. It's really hard for him to be alive now. As for when he will wake up, or whether he will wake up, it all depends on God's will."
Hearing this, Leng Zian's face turned pale and his body swayed. Duosheng, who was standing behind him, hurried over to support him.
He covered his head with one hand and murmured helplessly,
"What sin have I, Leng Zi'an, committed? I just found my son, and now I am about to be separated from him. Oh, God, how can you be so cruel?"
Before he could finish his words, this arrogant man, who was only 1.8 feet tall, suddenly knelt in the room where his son was, beating his chest and stamping his feet, looking up to the sky and crying out,
"God, please let my son wake up. Let me bear all the sins alone. Don't let anything happen to my son."
His cries echoed through the sky, instantly bringing people into a cold and gloomy valley. When the people present heard it, they felt sad and tears came to their eyes.
Seeing this, Duosheng hurriedly choked up and went to help him, "Prince, please get up. The ground is cold. God sees your sincerity and will surely bless the young master to be safe and sound."
He shook off Duosheng's hand, shook his head vigorously, and kept hitting his head with both hands, muttering anxiously,
"I won't get up. I'm going to kneel here and wait for my son to wake up. If he doesn't wake up, I'll die with him."
Her words made Luo Lan's heart ache. Although she tried her best to control herself, she could not stop the cold tears from falling.
At this moment, Leng Zi'an was no longer the arrogant King of Zhennan, nor was he the great general who galloped across the battlefield. He was just a father, a father who was worried about whether his son would be safe.
Seeing that he was a little agitated, Leng Yu hurried forward to comfort him.
"Uncle, it's useless for you to kneel here. It's not worth it to hurt yourself. Get up!"
"No……"
Leng Zian shook his head vigorously, "I won't get up until Xiaozhi wakes up."
Luo Lan could understand his feelings, and everyone present could understand it. Xiaozhi was his only son, and their father-son relationship had just begun. How could he accept that he was suddenly lying in bed, his life or death unknown?
Luo Lan sighed, slowly raised his tone, and slowly spoke to comfort him:
"Uncle, what you need to do now is not to kneel here and pray for Xiaozhi's safety, but to protect your body and wait for Xiaozhi to wake up so that he can see a healthy father."
Hearing her say this, Leng Zian pursed his lips, shook his head again, and said in a hoarse voice:
"For so many years, I have never been able to spend time with him properly. Now that I finally have the chance to be with him, he lies there motionless. This is all my fault. If I had been there with him when he went to the toilet, perhaps this wouldn't have happened. So I must stay with him."
Seeing him so stubborn, Luo Lan sighed and continued to comfort him:
"Uncle, I just told you that Xiaozhi's condition isn't very good, but his life can be saved. So it's useless for you to kneel like this. God won't show him any special mercy just because you kneel for so long. Whether he can survive depends entirely on his own will. I think Xiaozhi is a strong and smart child. He will definitely be able to get through this. You should go back and rest for a while, and come back to accompany him tomorrow during the day. Otherwise, if you, the elder, keep kneeling here, I won't be able to go in and rest, and I won't have the energy to treat Xiaozhi. This will only make his condition worse. You should weigh the pros and cons yourself!"
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