The school day has passed, and the vehicles taking children to school have also left.

The Maybach was still parked in the same spot, suddenly glaring at the busy street.

Jiang Nan ran out of the school worriedly, returned to the car, and saw Bo Beicheng leaning on the back seat with his upper body, a long arm raised, holding a handkerchief to the back of his head, eyes closed, thin lips pursed, His face turned slightly pale.

"I'll take you to the hospital immediately."

"How are the kids?" he asked.

Jiang Nan said: "President, don't worry, the children were just a little frightened. There will be nothing strange after they return to the classroom."

"Have you dealt with the speeding vehicle just now?" His voice became deeper.

This section of the school road has a speed limit. Fortunately, he was there this time, otherwise it would have been really unthinkable. But if we are not held accountable this time, no one will dare to speed here in the future, and the traffic safety of all students here will be compromised. being threatened.

He couldn't accept that An An, Lele and Duoduo would still have such potential safety risks in the future.

"Don't worry, I have contacted the traffic police and they will deal with it seriously. The school also said that it will notify the parents of this student to criticize it. Does the president think anything else needs to be done?"

Bo Beicheng was noncommittal. The tire of the car ran over the speed bump on the road. It bumped, and his eyebrows immediately wrinkled.

Jiang Nan knew that the wound on the back of his head was hurting, so as soon as he drove out of the speed limit section, he immediately sped up and rushed to the hospital.

In the ICU ward of Mary Hospital, after a round of rescue operations, Sheng Guang's vital signs stabilized again.

The doctors involved in the rescue came out, including Shen Xingluo.

At six o'clock in the morning, her father's heart rate and lung function suddenly had problems at the same time. The nurse gave him a cardiac injection, but he still suffered a cardiac arrest later.

Preliminary estimates indicate that it was acute organ failure.

"Dr. Shen, your father's physical functions are already very fragile. Coupled with the sudden cardiac arrest just now, the lack of oxygen has had a huge impact on his brain, and craniotomy must be performed immediately."

After everyone discussed it in the doctor's office, Director Zhang of the Neurosurgery Department gave her this suggestion.

Shen Xingluo tightened the pen in her hand and looked down at her father's medical records.

Unexpectedly, despite all her efforts, she still had to face such a situation.

Surgery must be done, but the chance of success is equal to a narrow escape from death.

She didn't just frown.

"Dr. Shen, don't blame yourself. There is nothing wrong with your acupuncture method. Originally, your father's recovery was going well. Who would have expected that something like this would suddenly happen..."

Director Chen of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine comforted her.

Director Zhang had to remind her of a realistic question: "I think Dr. Shen is very clear about the success rate of the operation. Your father will stop his heartbeat again and lose his breathing at any time. Do you still want to give it a try?"

If the situation happened again, her father would die directly on the operating table.

There was silence in the office.

After a while, Shen Xingluo's voice sounded: "This operation must be done, and I will perform it myself."

Several seniors were speechless. Director Zhang said: "Dr. Shen, I know you have successfully treated this type of patients in foreign research institutes, but you are still young after all, and the patient is your father. If you are the surgeon, Will..."

"Director Zhang, don't worry, I will perform this operation with a calm mood and the professional knowledge I have learned over the years."

Director Zhang thought for a while: "Let's do this. I'll ask Deputy Director Bai to come back and assist you."

In Director Zhang's opinion, Bai Yanan has a prettier resume than Shen Xingluo and is better at performing this kind of surgery.

He called Bai Yanan, but there was no answer.

Shen Xingluo stood up from his seat: "No need to wait any longer, prepare for the surgery immediately!"

Her father's life is in her own hands.

On the other side, Bai Yanan was sitting on the balcony of her villa, holding a tall red wine glass in her hand, swaying gently, looking in the direction of Mary Hospital.

Bai Younan pushed open the door and walked in with his hands in his pockets: "Sister, what are you drinking in broad daylight? You don't have to go to work today?"

Bai Yanan raised her head and drank all the red wine in the glass: "I took a few days off."

Bai Younan glanced at the bright screen of her mobile phone: "I just passed by and heard your mobile phone ringing. Who is it? Why didn't you answer it?"

Bai Yanan turned off the screen and raised the corners of her lips: "It's okay, harassing phone calls."

Just twenty minutes later, a nurse with whom she was close in the hospital sent a message explaining the situation of Shen Xingluo's father.

She knew that Zhong Guang's surgery had to be carried out in advance, and Shen Xingluo, who was blindly confident, would definitely choose to go into battle himself.

Director Zhang called her just because he wanted her to go back and work with Shen Xingluo.

Let alone this kind of surgery that didn't even have a 5.00% success rate, she didn't want to be involved. She just wanted to watch Shen Xingluo watch her father's life disappear completely under her scalpel.

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