[R18] Lianqing(NP) – “Lian Qing (NP)” Chapter 272 [English]

【NP line】Dangerous

In the hospital corridor late at night, Ji Qing and Jiang Dongyue were put on stretchers and pushed into the operating room. Several men followed closely, waiting anxiously outside the operating room.

Jiang Dongyue was fine. About three hours later, the doctor in the operating room came out and said it was nothing serious. Although the wound was deep and strangled, his internal organs were not damaged. He would just stop the bleeding and wait until he wakes up.

But there was no news from Ji Qing’s side. Zhang Jizong’s attack was too cruel. Ji Qing’s back of the head and back were injured and fractured in many places. The doctor didn’t even know where to start when he first saw it.

It was already 7 o’clock in the morning after an examination and emergency surgery. Several men had been waiting outside all night, but they did not feel sleepy at all.

Suddenly the door of the surgery center was opened, and the doctor came out wearing a blue surgical gown full of blood. Ji Tingqin immediately stepped forward and walked in front of the doctor.

“Dr. Liu, how is she, Xiaoqing?”

Ji Tingqin asked anxiously, and the doctor was also unambiguous.

“Commissioner Ji, Miss Ji has had emergency surgery on her spine. No problems have been found so far. However, now Miss Ji has a fractured skull and a sudden increase in intracranial bleeding. She has no consciousness of her own and her left pupil is also enlarging. A new X-ray has been taken for Miss Ji. If a cerebral herniation is confirmed, a craniotomy must be performed immediately!”

As soon as these words came out, everyone’s eyes turned red instantly and their hands were clenched tightly. Ji Tingqin felt his heart was shocked and took a step back uncontrollably.

Just at this time, a nurse ran over with a film and a note and handed it to the doctor. The doctor looked at the light and almost immediately looked up at Ji Tingqin, with the seriousness of a doctor’s eyes.

“Commissioner Ji, Ms. Ji’s bleeding volume has now reached 60%. We must issue you a critical illness notification and require immediate craniotomy.”

Ji Tingqin’s eyes were red and there were tears in the corners of his eyes, but he still forced himself to calm down and let Meng Jianqun come over.

“Xiao Meng, go confirm the documents to be signed.”

Meng Jianqun nodded and quickly followed the nurse to the office. The doctor stepped forward and briefly stated the contents of the preoperative consent form to Ji Tingqin.

“Commissioner Ji, the situation is urgent now. I must explain to you the contents of the pre-operative consent form. You are Miss Ji’s guardian, and you have the right to decide whether to perform craniotomy on Miss Ji.”

“During the operation, Ms. Ji may lose her vital signs on the operating table, or she may die of respiratory failure after the operation is successful. If she survives the dangerous period, there is still a high chance of becoming a vegetative state. Please be aware of these situations. If you want to choose conservative treatment, there is a certain cure-”

The doctor told all the situations one by one, but when he didn’t want to talk about it, Ji Tingqin interrupted him.

“Open.”

After saying that, he stared at the door of the operating room tightly, and the corners of his mouth were visibly trembling.

——He knows better than anyone the probability of death from cerebral herniation, because Mr. Ji suffered a stroke and died in the intensive care unit due to cerebral herniation.

If the chance of survival after craniotomy is 10%, then the chance of survival with conservative treatment is 1%.

With Ji Tingqin’s consent, Meng Jianqun quickly brought over various consent notices. Ji Tingqin took out a pen and signed without looking. Only Meng Jianqun could see that his hands were shaking.

After signing, the doctor turned back to the operating room without saying a word, and the corridor quickly returned to silence.

Ji Tingqin stood there calmly at first, but as the hour hand on the wall turned little by little, he had more and more tears in his eyes, and his hands trembled as he held onto the wall.

Gradually, he’s body slowly went down, and finally he knelt on the ground with his head lowered and looking at the ground.

Hot tears fell to the ground. Ji Tingqin cried directly as he recalled Ji Qing’s voice and smile in his mind.

He didn’t cry loudly, but he could hear his rapid breathing, and could see his trembling shoulders, and his hands with bulging veins and white joints on the ground.

Jiang Dongxian and others watched from behind, also with tears in their eyes.

“Brother…”

“Brother…”

Ji Tingqin clenched his palms while crying. The image of Ji Qing pulling the corner of his clothes and calling him brother when he was a child was still vivid in his mind, which made his heart feel as painful as a knife cutting him and suffocating him.

“Qingqing… Qingqing… Qingqing…”

Ji Tingqin called Ji Qing’s name hoarsely, and his big tears kept hitting the ground, wetting his knees and the eyes of the medical staff passing by.

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Just when Ji Qing was unconscious in the operating room, Zhang Jizong stood up from the ground unsteadily.

He looked at Wu Ting’s body, which was already cold, and suddenly laughed out loud, but he burst into tears again while laughing.

In the end, he walked out of the bar with a dull expression. He didn’t care about the guns or the frightened bar manager behind him. He just walked forward in a daze, leaving a string of red blood stains on the ground.

I don’t know how long he walked, but he finally returned to Zhang’s house at close to 6 o’clock in the morning.

There was no one in the Zhang family, and he didn’t turn on the lights, so he opened the study door with the faint light in the early morning.

The study was exactly the same as when he left, even the position of the paper had not been moved. He closed the door and walked to the desk like a zombie and sat down.

Finally, he’s eyes fell on Qing Lin’s photo above the desk, and the corners of his mouth began to twitch.

“Liars…liars…all liars!!!!!!”

At the end of the roar, he grabbed the photo frame and threw it against the wall. The glass of the photo frame shattered on the floor, and the last trace of fire in he’s heart was extinguished.