Transmigrating as the Younger Sister of a Bigshot with Multiple Identities

Ruan Xueling was sent to Jincheng Military Hospital by Xiao Yize and is receiving rescue in the ICU ward.

There are many media reporters outside the hospital. They are squatting here to get first-hand news about Ruan Xueling's injury.

The military hospital has strict management, and Xiao Yize also issued instructions, so these reporters are not allowed to enter and disrupt the order of the hospital.

Gu Zhaoming and Gu Pei were sitting on chairs in the corridor of the hospital. Both father and son were staring at the door of the emergency room.

Gu Zhaoming, known as the old fox in the mall, looked depressed, restless, and at a loss like a child.

Gu Pei, who used to play games in his spare time, looked a little sluggish after sitting here, and his eyes were bloodshot.

The screen of his mobile phone lit up, and messages from his friends kept popping up, but he turned off the phone irritably and had no intention of reading 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, busy up and down.

He promised Miss Gu that nothing would happen to Mrs. Gu.

The atmosphere in the hospital was very depressing. The door to the emergency room was closed. In addition to Gu Zhaoming and the others, there were other patients' family members in the corridor, and the sounds of sobbing and choking could not be stopped.

Every time the door of the emergency room opens and a doctor comes out, family members in the corridor will gather around him.

The same goes for Gu Zhaoming and Gu Pei, but they still haven't heard from Ruan Xueling.

Every minute and every second seems particularly long, and every moment of waiting is torture.

The door to the rescue room opened again. Gu Zhaoming and Gu Pei both subconsciously stood up and walked towards the door.

After the doctor came out, he asked the family members gathered around him: "Are the patient Ruan Xueling's family members here?"

"Here, here, I am her husband!"

Gu Zhaoming's eyes suddenly became bright and he reached out and stepped forward.

Gu Pei followed anxiously and asked, "Doctor, how is my mother?"

The doctor was wearing a mask, his expression was unclear, his voice was serious, and he spoke quickly, "Family members, don't worry, the patient's life is not in danger for the time being.

She was lucky that the bleeding was stopped in time when she was delivered, and there was no irreversible consequences due to blood loss. "

Doctors even thought this was a miracle. In the past, patients with multiple injuries and massive bleeding might have died due to excessive blood loss when they were brought here, or hemorrhagic shock would lead to a lack of oxygen in the brain, causing irreversible brain damage.

Gu Zhaoming and Gu Pei finally let go of their worries.

Gu Pei instantly remembered the medicine that Gu Jin gave Ruan Xueling, "It should be Gu Jin's hemostatic medicine!"

The doctor was a little surprised when he heard this and wanted to ask what kind of hemostatic drug was so effective.

But now is not the time to ask these questions. The doctor turned over Ruan Xueling's CT examination report and said in a solemn 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 at the military hospital, the best neurosurgeons have a 60% success rate in surgery. You may become disabled after surgery.

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 instantly sank.

"Sixty percent success rate?! Even if you succeed, you might still be disabled?" Gu Pei was anxious, "Aren't there more powerful doctors? Where are the doctors from other hospitals?"

Gu Zhaoming's hand holding the pen and the consent form for surgery was trembling, and he looked at the doctor with hope, "Yeah, Jincheng doesn't have it, but what about Beijing? What about abroad? Are there any doctors with a higher success rate of surgery?"

The doctor shook his head, "The best neurosurgeons in our hospital can be said to be top-notch in the world. In fact, this situation is the same whether it is in Jincheng, Beijing, or abroad, the success rate is..."

As the doctor spoke, his voice suddenly paused. He suddenly thought of the miracle doctor in the VIP ward of the neurosurgery department of the military hospital.