It had been two hours since Mo Gong entered the emergency room.
The door of the emergency room was still closed, and the red light in front of the emergency room was still on. The faint hope that had been burning in Wen Xinya's heart began to die out little by little and became slim. Her anxious mood completely turned into restlessness.
Wen Xinya had never felt so helpless before. It was as if in her previous life, she suddenly pushed open the door of her grandfather's study and saw her grandfather lying on the ground with a sallow face and motionless. She felt a heart-wrenching grief.
Si Yiyan held her in his arms, soothing her back with his big hands from time to time: "Xinya, no news is the best news. The most terrifying thing about a heart rupture caused by a myocardial infarction is that the death comes too quickly. There is no way to buy time for rescue. The longer Mo Song can hold on, the greater the chance of rescue."
Although he was comforting her in this way, he was not very optimistic in his heart. The doctors involved in the emergency work were all authoritative experts in cardiology invited by him through his connections, and they also enjoyed a high reputation in the world. And those old Chinese medicine doctors who assisted in the treatment were all well-known masters of traditional Chinese medicine. For example, Mr. Du was a master of his generation. When these people got together, even if they did not have the ability to revive the dead and turn bones into flesh, they had the ability to snatch people from the King of Hell.
The longer it drags on, the more it reflects Mo Gong's current situation, which is not only extremely dangerous, but also extremely difficult. This is not a good thing.
Obviously, Wen Xinya also knew this, and she didn't feel any better because of Si Yiyan's comfort: "I'm worried, really worried..."
She didn't know how to express her feelings at the moment.
"Bang—"
With a heavy sound, the tightly closed door of the emergency room was suddenly pushed open.
The heavy voice and the profound rhythm struck Wen Xinya's heart hard. Her heart was shaken suddenly, and even her soul could not help but tremble.
Mingming had always hoped that the door would open quickly, and now that the door was opened as she wished, she felt so complicated inside that she didn't know what to do.
Only then did she realize that the opening of this door represented two meanings.
First, my grandfather was rescued effectively and his life is not in danger.
Second, the rescue failed, grandpa...
I can’t think about it anymore, I can’t think about it anymore, I can’t think about it anymore…
It turns out that the opening of this door also makes her so scared!
At this time, a doctor wearing a blue sterile suit, a hood and a mask came out of the emergency room and took off the mask on his face: "Excuse me, who is the patient's family member?"
Wen Xinya ran over excitedly and said in a trembling voice, "I am the patient's granddaughter and the patient's only relative. Doctor, how is my grandfather? Is he out of danger?"
Wen Xinya's body was trembling slightly.
Si Yiyan stood by her body, put his arm around her shoulders, and gave her the most solid support.
Xu Chenyu, Zhou Tianyu and others also stepped forward, nervously waiting for the doctor's answer.
The doctor looked at Wen Xinya with an apologetic look.
When Wen Xinya came into contact with that kind of gaze, she felt like she was struck by lightning. Her body uncontrollably staggered back half a step. Even with Si Yiyan's strong arms, she could not hold back her shaky and fragile self.
Si Yiyan's face didn't look good either. He frowned slightly and asked, "How is Mr. Mo doing now?"
The cold voice contained a feeling of impending storm, and the tone was indifferent, as if there was no emotional ups and downs at all, but it contained a shocking momentum that was frightening.
"The patient suffered an acute myocardial infarction, which caused a heart rupture, leading to myocardial infarction and cardiogenic shock. After two hours of rescue, the patient is still in danger. After discussion among several authoritative experts in cardiology, everyone agreed that the patient should undergo a heart stent bypass surgery immediately." The doctor knew that the person receiving rescue in the emergency room was Mo Gong, a great scholar in the literary world. He was highly respected and admired, so the doctor did not dare to neglect him. Now under Si Yiyan's momentum, he naturally did not even dare to breathe.
Wen Xinya trembled and said, "Then please perform surgery on my grandpa immediately."
Wen Xinya knew that her grandfather's condition was more critical than before. He seemed to be exhausted. If Si Yiyan hadn't supported her, she would have fallen to the ground.
But fortunately, grandpa still has a glimmer of hope.
Si Yiyan's heart sank, and his face became more and more pale. "As far as I know, heart stent bypass surgery can only be performed when the patient's physical condition is relatively stable or relatively peaceful. Mr. Mo's condition is critical. What is the success rate of the surgery?"
After listening to the doctor's words, Si Yiyan probably understood that heart stent bypass surgery was the only option left, and Mr. Mo was only a step away from death.
The situation was far more dangerous than he had imagined.
Si Yiyan's words instantly cleared Wen Xinya's chaotic brain. Her whole body felt cold, and she realized the significance of the heart stent bypass surgery.
For a moment, even the blood froze.
Everyone's expression was very solemn, and there was a terrible silence that spread silently.
"Less than 40%!" the doctor replied dejectedly.
With so many authoritative experts gathered together, they could only gain less than 40% chance of survival for Mr. Mo. It's really frightening.
Wen Xinya didn't expect that the success rate would be so low. She covered her mouth, trying to suppress her scream of disbelief. Her body softened and she almost fell to the ground.
"Xinya!" Si Yiyan quickly supported her body, letting her weak body lean on his chest. He held her hand, his heart full of worry.
"Grandpa... he..." Wen Xinya burst into tears, biting her lips tightly, she was so sad that even tears could not come out.
Seeing her so sad, the doctor couldn't help but feel a little sad: "This is a critical illness notice. The patient's condition is extremely critical and she is waiting for a mobile phone. Please make a decision as soon as possible."
When a hospital issues a critical illness notice to a patient, it means that the rescue or surgery process is extremely dangerous and the possibility of the patient's survival is extremely low. This is to allow the patient's family to be mentally prepared and to clarify responsibilities.
Wen Xinya felt all the blood in her body rushing rapidly, gathering towards her brain, and then exploding with a bang. For a moment, her brain felt dizzy and her vision went black.
The bold black words "人" (human) written on the critical illness notice stung her eyes. She knew that the critical illness notice had another name in medicine, which was the "death notice". This thin piece of paper was like a verdict that could decide a person's life or death.