Chapter 703: Very likely to be disabled
Ruan Xueling was sent to Jincheng Military Hospital by Xiao Yize and is receiving emergency treatment in the ICU ward.
There are many media reporters outside the hospital, and they are waiting here to get first-hand news about Ruan Xueling's injury.
The military hospital is strictly managed, and Xiao Yize has also issued instructions, so these reporters are not allowed to enter and disrupt the order of the hospital.
Gu Zhaoming and Gu Pei are sitting on chairs in the corridor of the hospital, and both father and son are staring at the door of the emergency room.
Gu Zhaoming, who is known as an old fox in the business world, now looks depressed, fidgeting, and at a loss like a child.
Gu Pei, who used to play games when he was free, is a little dazed after sitting here, with bloodshot eyes.
The screen of his cell phone lit up, and messages from his friends kept popping up, but he turned off his phone irritably, not wanting to read the messages.
After Xiao Yize sent Ruan Xueling to the emergency room, he took the initiative to help her make up the registration and pay the fees, running around.
He promised Miss Gu that he would not let Mrs. Gu get into trouble.
The atmosphere in the hospital was very depressing. The door of the emergency room was closed. In addition to Gu Zhaoming and his friends, there were other patients' families in the corridor, and sobbing and choking sounds were heard constantly.
Every time the door of the emergency room opened and a doctor came out, the family members in the corridor would gather around.
Gu Zhaoming and Gu Pei were the same, but they never received any news from Ruan Xueling.
Every second of time seemed particularly long, and every moment of waiting was torture.
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 gathered around: "Are the family members of the patient Ruan Xueling here?"
"Here, here, I am her husband!"
Gu Zhaoming's eyes suddenly lit up, and he stretched out his hand and walked forward.
Gu Pei also followed anxiously and asked, "Doctor, how is my mother?"
The doctor was wearing a mask, so his expression could not be seen clearly. His voice was serious and he spoke quickly, "Family members, please don't worry. The patient is not in danger for the time being.
She is very lucky. The bleeding stopped in time when she was sent here, and there were no 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 here, or hemorrhagic shock caused brain hypoxia and irreversible brain damage.
Gu Zhaoming and Gu Pei finally put their minds at ease.
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 to hear 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 examination report and said in a serious tone, "But the patient's current condition is not optimistic. The patient's head hit the ground, causing intracranial damage and bleeding, and surgery is required.
Surgery has certain risks. The hematoma is in an important part of the brain. Here in the military hospital, the best neurosurgeon has a 60% success rate for surgery. There is a possibility of disability after the operation.
This is a 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?! There is still a possibility of disability after success?" Gu Pei was anxious, "Are there no better doctors? What about those in other hospitals?"
Gu Zhaoming's hands were shaking as he held the pen and the consent form for the surgery, and he looked at the doctor with hope, "Yes, there is no one 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 can be said to be 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 talking, his voice suddenly stopped, and he suddenly thought of the miracle doctor in the VIP ward of the neurosurgery department of the military hospital.