There were many media reporters outside the hospital, all waiting there to get first-hand news about Ruan Xueling's injuries.

The military hospital is strictly managed and Xiao Yize has also issued orders, so these reporters are not allowed to enter and disrupt the order of the hospital.

Gu Zhaoming and Gu Pei were sitting on chairs in the hospital corridor, both father and son staring at the door of the emergency room.

Gu Zhaoming, who is known as an old fox in the business world, now looks depressed, restless, and at a loss like a child.

Gu Pei, who used to play games when he had free time, now looked a little dazed after sitting here, with bloodshot eyes.

The phone screen lit up, and messages from friends kept popping up, but he turned the phone off in annoyance, not wanting to read the messages.

After Xiao Yize sent Ruan Xueling to the emergency room, he took the initiative to help her complete the registration and pay the fees, running around.

He promised Miss Gu that he would not let anything happen to Mrs. Gu.

The atmosphere in the hospital was very depressing. The door of the emergency room was closed. In the corridor, apart from Gu Zhaoming and his friends, there were other patients' families, and the sound of sobbing and choking could be heard constantly.

Every time the door of the emergency room opens and a doctor comes out, the family members in the corridor will gather around.

The same went for Gu Zhaoming and Gu Pei, but they still hadn't received any news from Ruan Xueling.

Every minute and every second seems particularly long, and every moment of waiting is torment.

The door of the emergency room opened again, and Gu Zhaoming and Gu Pei stood up subconsciously and walked towards the door.

After the doctor came out, he asked the family members who had gathered around him, "Are the family members of the patient Ruan Xueling here?"

"Here, here, I'm her husband!"

Gu Zhaoming's eyes lit up instantly, and he stretched out his hand and walked forward.

Gu Pei also followed anxiously and asked, "Doctor, how is my mother?"

She was lucky that the bleeding had stopped in time when she was brought here, and she did not suffer any irreversible consequences due to blood loss."

The doctor even thought it was a miracle. In the past, patients with multiple injuries and severe bleeding like this might have died from excessive blood loss when they were sent to the hospital, or they might have suffered irreversible brain damage due to brain hypoxia caused by hemorrhagic shock.

Gu Zhaoming and Gu Pei finally felt relieved.

Gu Pei instantly remembered the medicine that Gu Jin had given to Ruan Xueling, "It should be Gu Jin's hemostatic medicine!"

The doctor was a little surprised when he heard this and wanted to ask what kind of hemostatic medicine was so effective.

But now is not the time to ask these questions. The doctor flipped through Ruan Xueling's CT scan report and said solemnly, "But the patient's condition is not optimistic. The patient's head hit the ground, causing intracranial injury and bleeding, and surgery is required.

Surgery has certain risks. The hematoma is in an important part of the brain. The best neurosurgeons at the military hospital have a 60% success rate. There is a possibility of disability after the operation.

This is the detailed consent form for surgery. If there is no problem, please sign it and we will arrange surgery for the patient immediately."

Gu Zhaoming and Gu Pei's hearts sank instantly.

"Sixty percent success rate?! Even if it succeeds, there is still a chance of disability?" Gu Pei was anxious, "Are there no better doctors? What about those from other hospitals?"

Gu Zhaoming's hands were shaking as he held the pen and the consent form for the surgery. He looked at the doctor with hope, "Yes, there is none in Jincheng, then what about Beijing? What about abroad? Are there any doctors with a higher success rate for surgery?"

The doctor shook his head. "The best neurosurgeon in our hospital is considered the best in the world. In fact, the situation is the same whether in Jincheng, Beijing, or abroad. The success rate is..."

As the doctor was speaking, his voice suddenly stopped. He suddenly thought of the miracle doctor in the VIP ward of the neurosurgery department of the military hospital.

(End of this chapter)