"Can you tell the doctor, let me go in and see Grandpa Nangong?"
The men of the Nangong family came back to their senses: "Of course, of course!!!"
Facing the real little princess of their family, the servility of the men in the Nangong family came out.
Even the uncles who are calling the wind and rain outside are nodding and bowing to the little princess at this moment.
Nan Gongshu immediately asked the vice president to go in to find the president who was doing the surgery, saying that their niece was coming in to participate in the operation.
The dean was originally an expert in the Department of Brain, so this operation was copied by the dean himself.
The dean, who had been standing for 7 hours at this moment, was already sweating profusely.
Although he had already saved the old general's life, the whole operation was becoming less and less optimistic.
Not to mention letting the old general be paralyzed in a wheelchair, if the thrombus still cannot be cleaned up, the old general may become a vegetable and live on a ventilator forever.
What's the difference between that and being dead.
The vice-principal originally disapproved of the Nangong family's approach at all, but this family is more powerful than the other, so the vice-principal can only go in and ask the principal for instructions.
I thought I would be scolded bloody, but when the dean heard the identity of the niece of the Nangong family and the granddaughter recognized by the old general Nangong, his eyes lit up.
"Hurry up, let her come in quickly! The fastest speed!"
The deputy dean was startled, and then realized that this girl should be the one who the old general sneered in front of them yesterday, she hurried out as quickly as possible, then took Zhong Nuannuan to be disinfected, and quickly entered the ward.
"Ms. Zhong, hello, the old general's condition is not optimistic. Although the blood has stopped and the large thrombus has been treated, but look, there are still so many small thrombi found in the scan. Do you have a way to deal with it?" Like acute myocardial infarction, will these small thrombi be removed for us?"
Afraid that Zhong Nuannuan would not dare to do anything, the dean continued: "We have already opened a hole in his skull. If necessary, I can open another one. But if the thrombus in his brain can't be removed, I'm afraid the old man will die." The general will be on a ventilator for the rest of his life."
When the dean saw Zhong Nuannuan, he immediately explained Nangong Renyi's situation in great detail, and even asked someone to bring a brain slice, and at the same time asked him to prepare for 4D.
However, Zhong Nuannuan didn't watch those films and videos at all.
For her, no precise image could compare to what she saw with her own eyes.
It is true that Nangong Renyi still has a brain thrombus, and there are several more, but it is not difficult for her.
At present, as long as it is not a cell-related disease rooted in the blood, she can find a way to treat it. Even if it cannot be cured immediately, it can be delayed for a long time.
And Nangong Renyi's cerebral thrombosis is very similar to Chiyang's cerebral hemorrhage last time, so she can handle it even without a craniotomy.
However, Zhong Nuannuan took a symbolic look at the film, and then glanced at the thinking under the instrument.
Zhong Nuannuan dared to use the knife where the doctor dared not.
So before the dean, the deputy dean, and a group of brain experts recovered, Zhong Nuannuan pulled out a super long silver needle from his wrist and pierced into the opened brain hole inside.
The faces of the dean, the deputy dean, and the experts all changed in fright.