How could that be possible!

Chu Zheng was still in a trance and felt that all this was like a dream.

First, the young master, who has always been on guard, is seriously injured. Then, ye Fei, who has always loved the young master, admits to shooting and killing and is taken away by the police.

Chu Zheng seemed to be unable to accept, as if thinking of something in general, and quickly got up to call black hawk to prevent someone in the police station against Ye Fei.

Everyone has been waiting here until around three o'clock in the morning.

The light in the operating room suddenly went out, and then the door opened. Su Mohan was pushed out with an oxygen mask on his face. The leading doctor took off his mask and walked to Chu Zheng with a dignified face.

At the moment, a group of reporters and media, who had already waited until they lost patience, broke through the barrier and ran to Chu Zheng and the doctor. More people rushed to Su Mohan's flat car and tried to take some pictures of him at the moment. Later, the housekeeper came along to help calm down the confusion.

Fortunately, the people in black surrounded him and protected him from being disturbed by others or unintentionally injuring Su Mohan.

The man in black next to him stopped the reporters and the crowd one after another. Still, someone with a camera microphone pointed out his head to listen to the dialogue between the doctor and Chu Zheng.

Chu Zheng's mind at the moment is all on Su Mohan, there is no time to worry about the noise of these people behind him.

"Mr. Chu, take a step."

Chu Zheng nodded, and the housekeeper followed the doctor to the inside a little more. The doctor frowned and said, "you should have a psychological preparation."

"Go ahead, please."

"Su Shao's condition is not very optimistic. Although he has been rescued for so long, he may not wake up soon." The old doctor spoke softly, with beads of sweat on his forehead.

"What does that mean?" The housekeeper took the lead in asking questions.

"In fact, Su Shao's gunshot wound didn't hurt his heart, so it's not a big problem." The doctor spoke slowly.

Both Chu Zheng and the housekeeper were stunned. It seemed that no one had expected that the doctor would give such a statement. After all, it seemed that it was the serious gunshot wound that led to the young master's critical condition.

The doctor frowned and said, "in fact, the problem is not in the gunshot wound, but in Su Shao's head."

"Head?"

"It's true that Su Shao's head seems to have suffered a serious injury when he landed on the ground. Although his appearance is intact without any trace, there are signs of intracranial hemorrhage. It is precisely because of the intracranial hemorrhage that Su Shao has been in a coma, and may even..."

Chu Zheng and the housekeeper were both black in front of their eyes. They only thought it was impossible!

"It can't be The young master fell from such a high cliff at the beginning. How could he get shot and have an accident? " Chu Zheng couldn't help arguing.

"I don't know the specific situation, but from the examination results, it is true. I suggest that we hire relevant experts to have an operation to see if we can make su Shao wake up." The doctor gave pertinent advice.

"How could this happen..." The housekeeper murmured to himself, which was too unexpected.

"For the time being, Su Shao should be placed in the intensive care unit, and try not to be disturbed. Yes, I suggest that intracranial surgery should be performed after his condition is stable."

"Well, thank you." Chu Zheng, somewhat listless, turned to look at Su Mo Han, pale on the bed, through the gap between the men in black, and gazed for a long time.