Both Man Xiong and Tao Qiyue were extremely nervous.
The doctor sensed a powerful oppressive aura from the two of them, and his forehead even beaded with cold sweat. Man Xiong realized he hadn't restrained his imposing presence and quickly softened his tone, "Doctor, what's wrong with my brother? Please say something!"
"Calm down first, yelling at me won't help," the doctor said.
Tao Qiyue's expression changed slightly.
Man Xiong also stood frozen, silent for a long time.
The doctor then said, "You need to be mentally prepared. Although the patient only sustained superficial injuries, he has been poisoned by a rare toxin. This toxin has invaded the patient's central nervous system and even permeated his internal organs. It is almost impossible to remove it completely."
Man Xiong anxiously asked, "I just want to know, what are my brother's chances of survival?"
The doctor held up a finger.
Man Xiong's face turned even paler, "Only ten percent?"
The doctor shook his head, his tone heavy, "No, it's less than a one percent chance."
In other words, Chen Jinzhao had a ninety-nine percent chance of dying, which was no different from certain death.
"Please rest assured, we will do our best, but you also need to be mentally prepared," the doctor said with a sigh.
Man Xiong wanted to say something more, but Tao Qiyue spoke first, "Okay, Doctor, we understand. Please don't give up on treating him. As long as there's a glimmer of hope, we are willing to pay any price. Please."
The doctor nodded and returned to the operating room.
Man Xiong had intended to comfort Tao Qiyue and tell her not to worry too much, but unexpectedly, Tao Qiyue spoke first, "Brother Man Xiong, I believe Chen Jinzhao will be fine. He has survived so many life-threatening crises, and this time should be no exception."
"You're calmer than I am," Man Xiong remarked.
"By the way, what is going on? Is it the Ji family's doing? I'll flatten their compound right now."
Tao Qiyue stated she was also unaware.
Man Xiong was about to make a call to summon people when Number Nine arrived at the operating room door. Man Xiong frowned when he saw her. Number Nine quickly said, "You two, please let me explain. This is what happened."
Number Nine concealed some of her own secrets and then recounted the events to them.
Tao Qiyue's expression changed slightly upon hearing this, "You mean the Lingyun who was with us earlier was impersonated? Then, where is the real Lingyun?"
"I don't know about that either," Number Nine shook her head.
Man Xiong said angrily, "This Ji Boan truly deserves to die. It's only because Zhulong is kind-hearted and willing to spare him, otherwise, given my nature, I would have killed him directly. And the Divine Kingdom Research Institute, they are evil incarnate, a vessel of wickedness. I must uproot this evil organization."
"Please wait a moment, I need to make a call," Man Xiong said grimly.
Chen Jinzhao's terrible accident in Fengtian, and now him lying in the operating room fighting for his life, Man Xiong had to report this to Xu Hanchen and have the elder come to the three northeastern provinces to take charge.
As soon as Man Xiong left, Jiang Donghui arrived.
When he learned about Wu Lingyun's situation, he slapped his head and said with regret, "I should have realized this earlier. Lingyun has never been the type of girl to speak hurtful words. If I had realized this sooner, could I have helped in some way?"
"I'm so useless..."
"Officer Tao, why don't we tell Mr. Li about this? Or, tell the Wu family directly."
Tao Qiyue had calmed down and directly rejected Jiang Donghui's proposal.
The news of Chen Jinzhao's injury was top secret, and it could not be leaked without Xu Hanchen's permission. As for Wu Lingyun's whereabouts, it was best not to inform the Wu family either, because Tao Qiyue had heard Chen Jinzhao mention that the Wu family was likely behind the Divine Kingdom Research Institute.
"She should be safe for now," Tao Qiyue added.
Jiang Donghui wanted to say something more but ultimately chose to trust Tao Qiyue's judgment.
Ten minutes later.
Man Xiong returned and informed everyone of the latest development – Xu Hanchen was already en route to Fengtian by military aircraft, expected to arrive in an hour and a half.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
At this moment.
The doctor emerged from the operating room again, and everyone rushed forward.
"The toxin level in the patient's body is rising. The hospital has issued a critical illness notice. Please sign it," he said.
Tao Qiyue's heart skipped a beat. After a brief moment of bewilderment, she said, "I'll sign it."
After signing her name, Tao Qiyue was in a daze, unable to believe that all of this was real.
Man Xiong went to the ventilation shaft to smoke, the atmosphere too oppressive.
Tao Qiyue sat alone on the bench by the door, murmuring to herself, "No, he'll be fine. He's overcome so many crises."
"This time will be the same..."
Inside the operating room.
Chen Jinzhao was in a deep coma, his consciousness drifting in the void, completely losing control of his body.
This feeling was terrible for Chen Jinzhao.
However, as time passed, Chen Jinzhao found that he could hear the doctors talking in the operating room, but he could not communicate with the outside world. Because of this, Chen Jinzhao suddenly realized a problem –
Had he died?
The Chen Jinzhao of the past would never have believed in ghosts or gods, but on the brink of death, he desperately wished they were real, for only then could he continue to be by the side of those he loved and who loved him.
Thinking of this.
Chen Jinzhao found himself ridiculous, pinning his hopes on such ethereal legends.
His consciousness continued to dissipate in the void, completely unaware of the passage of time.
After an unknown duration, Chen Jinzhao felt himself being pushed out of the room and then heard a hoarse old voice. It was Xu Hanchen calling him. Chen Jinzhao wanted to respond but couldn't.
Later.
He also heard Tao Qiyue's cries and Man Xiong's self-recriminating tone.
Chen Jinzhao wanted to comfort them, to tell them he would be fine. But he couldn't open his mouth, unable to convey his words to them. After some more time, Chen Jinzhao felt his consciousness growing weaker and weaker, and he heard the anxious exchange of doctors. He could even feel his heartbeat becoming weaker and weaker, almost stopping.
Was he going to die?
Chen Jinzhao pondered the questions of life and death, never expecting this day to come so soon. He still had many regrets to rectify. In his final moments, Chen Jinzhao particularly wished to see Yu Mengzhi and Xu Nianqing.
Yu Mengzhi, of course, if Chen Jinzhao were healthy, she would be his wife in the future.
As for Xu Nianqing –
She was the one who changed Chen Jinzhao's life.
If he hadn't met Yu Mengzhi, perhaps he would have stumbled his way into marriage with Xu Nianqing.
"If Mengzhi knew that I was thinking about other women while on my deathbed, she'd probably be furious and choke me," Chen Jinzhao thought to himself.
His consciousness was gradually fading, and Chen Jinzhao knew he might truly be dying.
But he really didn't want to die!