Chapter 682

Longcheng people's Hospital, VIP ward.

The ECG showed a good signal, and other participants were normal, but Zhu Yan didn't wake up. He lay in bed, relying on a ventilator to support his life. No one knew the cause of his coma. The first machine in Longcheng Renjia hospital could not be detected.

The experts gathered in the next room to discuss the condition, but they didn't get the final result.

The president wiped the sweat on his forehead and was anxious. Zhu Yan is the chairman of Zhu group and has a noble status. Although he is the president of the deputy office level, he is not worth mentioning in the eyes of some big people. If Zhu Yan had an accident in the hospital, his Dean would have come to an end.

Looking at a group of experts who are usually bullied and noisy, they can't find a way after discussing for hours, or even find out the cause. The Dean just wants to slap them in the face. Did you give it to the dog?

Seeing that the dean's face was not good-looking, the specialist showed a look of shame.

On the contrary, Zhu Xi did not show a reproachful expression.

She was anxious, but she could only wait for a solution. When the nine death free stone tablets leave the body, Zhu Yan loses the strongest support. His transformed and demonized body can't bear the overload energy and is broken.

All his meridians are broken.

It's hopeless.

Zhu Xi looked at the dean and asked, "please think more about it. Money is not a problem. As long as I get the most expensive medicine, I will think of a way."

The Dean was embarrassed and said with a bitter smile, "Miss Zhu, it's not the problem before. Your father's disease is very strange. There is no problem in blood test and head CT. The results of living cell test have not been found, but with years of experience, your father's disease may not be solved by western medicine."

Cluck!

Zhu Xi stared at the Dean, showing dissatisfaction.

Can traditional Chinese medicine solve the problems that western medicine can't solve?

Seeing Zhu Xi's displeasure, the Dean jumped in his heart and quickly explained, "Miss Zhu, I'm not shirking responsibility. I think we can't think of a good solution. But someone may..."

Zhu Xi's eyes brightened and hurriedly said, "who?"

The Dean pondered for a moment and said, "this man's medical skills are amazing and superb. Compared with him, we are not at the same level. If you can please move him, there will be hope for your father's illness."

"I'll send someone to call at once. No, I'll call myself."

Zhu Xi said excitedly that as long as she saw a glimmer of hope, she would not give up.

The president said, "this man's name is Yang Ping. He has had surgery in our hospital before..."

Yang Ping?

Zhu Xi's face changed slightly and changed indefinitely.

When she heard that the person recommended by the Dean was Yang Ping, she couldn't help smiling bitterly. May Yang Ping come to save people? His father wanted to kill him and deeply hurt his heart. He vowed to ensure Yang Ping's life. Yang Ping believed in himself and let go of his father. But he almost died in his father's hands. If it wasn't for luck, it's a body now.

Whoever it is, it is impossible to cure the enemy.

Zhu Xi sighed and looked blankly.

Why, to this extent. Can't we get along well? Is Dad's ambition so great that he can sacrifice everyone? Can you kill others before you can move on?

She dared not call Yang Ping because she failed to live up to his trust.

The dean said, "Miss Zhu, do you know Yang Ping?"

Zhu Xi nodded, immediately shook her head and said with a bitter smile, "he won't come to save people."

The Dean showed an expression of disbelief and said, "life is at stake. I've met Yang Ping. He's not the kind of person who can't save his life. Why don't I call first? If I can't, I'll pull down my face and beg him."

Zhu Xi was moved and said, "thank you, but..."

The Dean took out the phone and dialed the number directly. There is Yang Ping's number on his mobile phone, which comes in handy at this time. In his voice, he prayed and answered the phone. The Dean understands that if things are done well and Zhu Yan is saved, no one can move the position of the dean.

Zhu Yan is definitely number one in Longcheng.

It is said that the director of the health department and Zhu Yan are brothers.

The phone is through.

The Dean greeted him first, then said the matter again. After he knew it, he said, I understand, and then hung up the phone.

Doodle!

The Dean was stunned and looked at Zhu Xi.

Zhu Xi knew it well, couldn't help smiling bitterly and said helplessly, "Dean, thank you very much. But Yang Ping and our family had a misunderstanding, so it's human nature not to come... Too."

The dean is a personal expert. He is embarrassed that he can't hear that the Zhu family and Yang Ping have a feud. He thinks that this time he lifted a stone and hit his foot. He not only didn't please the Zhu family, but also offended Yang Ping. He can find a chance to repair his relationship with Yang Ping in the future.

Time passed slowly.

Yang Ping didn't come.

The voice of experts' discussion is getting smaller and smaller. People can only silently watch the fluctuations on the data instrument and have nothing to do. They are on pins and needles. They have never been so incompetent and frustrated again.

But without the Dean, the experts dare not leave and stay in the VIP ward.

Zhu Xi leaned against the windowsill and stared at the sky outside. Her heart was desolate and she had an impulse to cry. As a strong woman with strong self-confidence, she looks cold, but her heart is soft. She also hopes that someone can rely on her.

When someone appears, so many things happen.

The heart sighed, and the eyes overflowed with light sadness.

At this moment, Zhu Xi seemed helpless.

If you know the result in advance, will you beg Yang Ping to let go of his father?

Zhu Xi knew without extra thinking. Even if she knew in advance, she would plead for her father. Because he's a father, that's all. Just choose family affection, love will be hurt.

Between two people, they may go farther and farther.

Thinking, Zhu Xi bit her lips, showed a firm expression, picked up the phone and whispered that I would fight for a chance for my father anyway. Only Yang Ping can save his father in Longcheng, but no one else can.

She went out of the ward, came to the corner of the corridor and dialed Yang Ping's number.

Hands are shaking.

The heart is afraid.

Zhu Xi waited nervously for the voice at the other end of the phone, like waiting for the judgment of the God of death. She felt that the time had passed for a long time. It was only more than ten seconds, like a lifetime. Before she knew it, her palms were sweating.

The phone is through.

Zhu Xi almost cried and wanted to speak, but when she needed to beg, she suddenly couldn't speak. Many words stick in the throat, but they can't make a sound. She trembled more and more, trembling to cry.

"Something?" there came Yang Ping's relaxed laughter, breaking the dignified atmosphere, making Zhu Xi relax and make a sound in her throat.

Zhu Xi said tightly, "Yang Ping, I beg you one thing."

"Your father's business, the Dean told me." Yang Ping knew her purpose and said straight to the point.

Zhu Xi's pretty face changed slightly, and the corners of her mouth were bitter, but she said, "yes. My father was unconscious and was dying. I begged you to save my father. Although he did something sorry for you, it was my father after all. If you were willing to save people, i... I..." halfway through, I didn't know how to go on, but when I thought of my unconscious father, I crossed my heart and gritted my teeth, "I'd like to marry you!"

There was silence.

Zhu Xi turned pale, worried that Yang Ping didn't believe it, and hurriedly said, "I'm telling the truth."

Or silence.

Zhu Xi was about to cry and cried, "Yang Ping, please. If you want to come, I'll pick you up. OK?"

Almost pleading.

Zhu Xi knew she had no face to see him, but she begged.

"No."

Hearing this, Zhu Xi was cold in her heart and fell into despair. If Yang Ping refused to do it, her father would surely die.

"You turn around and look back."

At the moment when Zhu Xi fell into despair, a laughter came from the corridor. Zhu Xi's delicate body trembled and slowly turned around for fear of hearing wrong. It was an illusion. When she saw the entrance of the stairs, Yang Ping leaned against the wall and was smiling at her. The psychological defense line collapsed, and tears couldn't stop flowing out.

Yang Ping was stunned, then came forward, gently wiped away Zhu Xi's tears and said softly, "silly child, how can I not want to come."