My Sweet Physician Wife Calls The Shots

"Can you tell the doctor to let me in to see Grandpa Nangong?"

The men from the Nangong family composed themselves. "Of course! Of course!"

Faced with their family's real little princess, the indomitable men of the Nangong family exuded extreme servility.

Even the uncles who usually called the shots outside found themselves willing to bow down at this little princess' every whim.

Nangong Shu immediately asked the deputy hospital director to seek out the hospital director who was in the middle of the operation. He was to inform the hospital director that Nangong Shu's niece was going to participate in the surgery.

The hospital director was a neurosurgery specialist. Therefore, the hospital director was leading the current operation himself.

After being on his feet for seven hours, the hospital director was already sweating profusely.

Even though he had saved the old general's life, the state of things was getting worse by the second.

Before they could consider the old general being paralyzed and permanently confined to a wheelchair, if they failed to remove the thrombus properly, the old general might enter a comatose state and live on the respirator forever.

What was the difference between this and death?

Initially, the deputy hospital director did not agree with the Nangong family's way of doing things. However, each member of the family who approached him was more powerful than the other. Therefore, the deputy director could only go in and ask the director for further instructions.

Thinking that he would be scolded badly, the deputy director was shocked to notice the director's beaming eyes when he received the news that the Nangong family's niece--the granddaughter that Old General Nangong had just taken in--wanted to join them.

"Quick, let her come in quickly! As fast as possible!"

The deputy hospital director was stunned. It was only then that he realized this girl was probably the one who the old general had been showing off in front of them yesterday. He rushed out as quickly as he could and disinfected Zhong Nuannuan before quickly entering the ward.

"Hello, Miss Zhong. The old general isn't looking great. Although we've stopped the bleeding and the large blood clots have been dealt with, you see, there are still so many smaller blood clots. Do you have a way to remove these small blood clots like how you treated his myocardial infarction?"

Afraid that Zhong Nuannuan would not dare to make a move, the director continued, "We've already opened up a hole in his skull. If necessary, I can open up another one. However, if the thrombus in his brain can't be completely removed, I'm afraid the old general will have to rely on the respirator to live out the rest of his life."

When the director saw Zhong Nuannuan, he immediately explained Nangong Renyi's situation in detail. He even got someone to bring over a brain scan and asked them to prepare the Doppler image.

However, Zhong Nuannuan did not even look at the videos and videos.

To her, no matter how accurate the images were, they could never compare to seeing it with her own eyes.

Nangong Renyi did indeed have cerebral thrombosis, and there were quite a few of them. However, it was nothing difficult for her.

Currently, as long as it was not a cell-related disease that was rooted in his blood, she could find a way to treat him. Even if she could not cure him immediately, she could delay the symptoms for a long time.

Nangong Renyi's cerebral thrombosis was very similar to Chi Yang's cerebral hemorrhage last time. Thus, even if they did not open Old Master Nangong's skull, she could still handle it.

Even so, Zhong Nuannuan still took a look at the images symbolically and pretended to mull over the scanned images.

Wherever the doctors did not dare to operate, Zhong Nuannuan could do it.

Therefore, before the hospital director, the deputy hospital director, and the group of neuro specialists could react, Zhong Nuannuan pulled out a super long silver needle from her wrist and inserted it into the hole of Old Master Nangong's skull.

The director, deputy director, and the group of specialists were so scared that the expression on their faces shifted immediately.