Mr. He, don't mess around

Chapter 595 50.00% success rate

"Okay...okay." Menglan's voice trembled, her hair covered her drooping face, and her tears fell down on the ground. After a long while, she reminded in a harsh voice, "Uncle Zhao, please help me." I will."

She couldn't walk anymore.

Forgive her, at this moment, her legs are so weak that they are useless.

She ran through several red lights along the way just now, and she even used the gas pedal as a brake several times in a daze, and almost got into a traffic accident!
Uncle Zhao hurriedly helped her to rest on the chair, Meng Lan's eyes were fixed on her brother's ward door, and for the first time she felt that it was just a simple wooden door, but now it was extremely heavy and dull.

Then... where is the separation and what is the door, it is clearly the distance between life and death!
Another half an hour passed before a group of doctors from the foreign medical team came out of the ward. Meng Lan adjusted her mood before getting up and communicating with them in fluent English.

"Hello, Miss Meng, your younger brother's condition is now stable. However, he is a patient with relatively serious congenital heart disease. As it accumulates more and more, his physique will only decline more and more."

"what should I do?"

"We are negotiating with hospitals in our country, hoping to develop the drug as soon as possible. If there is no accident, your brother will be able to undergo surgery next month."

"Great, thank you." Meng Lan breathed a sigh of relief, and spread her palms, only to find that a layer of sweat had already secreted.

But before he was happy, he became nervous again. No one dared to accept Liangliang's illness in China.

But being able to have an operation now, doesn't that mean it's extremely dangerous?
The doctor also saw her anxiety, and reminded with a heavy face, "Any operation will have risks, and we dare not guarantee it. It is conservatively estimated that the success rate is only 50.00%.

Ms. Meng, as a family member of the patient, I hope you will make a deliberate decision.

By the way, you must remember that the patient should not be too emotional before the operation, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous. "

Meng Lan's eyes lit up suddenly, her finger bones creaked and she nodded heavily, "Okay."

Immediately afterwards, she personally sent the doctor away, pushed open the door of the ward, took a deep breath, and walked in.

Even though she was already mentally prepared, when she saw that her brother's body was full of various instruments and tubes, it seemed that her thin body couldn't bear the weight at all.

Meng Lan's nose was inexplicably astringent.

Her younger brother just turned [-] this year, he is still so young, why did he have to suffer so much?

Meng Lan walked carefully on tiptoe to the hospital bed. Even though her younger brother was in a coma and couldn't hear anything, she still took care of him lightly, dipped a cotton swab in water, and wiped his dry lips.

It's only been a few days.

Her younger brother lost a whole circle of weight.

Menglan held back her tears and stood up. When she was tucking the quilt for her younger brother, suddenly, her fingers touched something hard.

When I took it out, I realized it was a notebook.

She didn't intend to invade her brother's privacy, but when she was about to put the notebook on the bedside table, she heard a 'click' sound, and a piece of paper fell out along the gap in the notebook.

Bending down to pick it up, I saw that the content on the paper was related to me:
1. My birthday is coming soon, the doctor asked me what wish I want to make, will it really come true?
Then I hope my sister will accompany me more.

2. I saw my sister today. She is very thin and must have suffered a lot.

I want to cooperate more with the doctor's treatment, recover soon, and share for my sister~
At the bottom of the paper is a cartoon illustration, a group photo of a family of four, very warm.

Meng Lan looked at the content on the paper quietly, her nose was inexplicably sore, her long hair hung down to cover most of her face, but tears fell down her cheeks involuntarily.

The paper was immediately soaked, and she quickly wiped away the tears with her sleeve, sighing heavily.

For so many years, she has been busy running around, trying to earn enough medical expenses for her brother, and also wanting to break free from Kaifeng Mu's imprisonment. She thought that as long as she kept her brother in a safe place, it would be the best arrangement for him.

But never, put yourself in his shoes and think about what he really needs!
Meng Lan tightly grasped her younger brother's skinny palm, and pressed it against her cheek, with countless feelings of guilt welling up in her heart.

Now that I think about it, it seems that she spends a lot of time with Liangliang... Really very little, and the surgery is about to come.

If possible, during these days, she just wanted to make up for something, even if only a little bit.

Walking out of the ward, Uncle Zhao stood anxiously at the door, and walked up to her to inquire about the situation. Menglan smiled and patiently explained to him, and walked out of the backyard. She looked at the European-style villa in front of her, and was stunned. .

"Uncle Zhao, please take me to the main hall, I want to wait for President Feng to come home."

"what?"

"I need to find him urgently."

When the words fell, Uncle Zhao quickly responded, "Okay." He didn't dare to delay any longer, and hurriedly led Meng Lan into the main hall of the villa.

Meng Lan stood at the door, looking around——

There are three floors of small buildings in the villa. Looking at the rich and luxurious furnishings, they are all familiar scenes to her.

If it were an ordinary person, it should feel very familiar, just like going home.

But for her, she felt disgusted, stepped back, and subconsciously wanted to escape.

At this time, Uncle Zhao immediately summoned several servants to take care of her, and taught them to call Menglan respectfully, "Miss."

Meng Lan abruptly pulled back her thoughts, thinking of the task she had to complete, she stood firm.

"I'm not a big lady anymore, just call me Menglan." She explained dumbfoundedly, and then she pulled a girl who looked younger, "Hello, can you take me to the kitchen?" ?"

"Ah?" The girl was stunned, and looked at Uncle Zhao in a daze.

Uncle Zhao frowned, "You are..."

"Feng Mu will most likely come back for dinner at night. I just happen to have nothing to do today, so I want to make some soup for him to taste."

When Uncle Zhao heard that she was going to cook for Feng Mu himself, he thought she was going to ask for a relationship, so he was very happy to order the maid to take her to the kitchen.

Standing in the kitchen, she learned how to use the pot with the maid.

He opened the refrigerator again and took out several kinds of vegetables and ingredients, and then slowly tied the apron around his waist.

It's been a long time since she cooked, and the moment she tied her hair up, Meng Lan looked at the chopping board in front of her, her movements suddenly stopped, and her expression froze slightly.

Many pictures of the past can't help appearing in her mind, she used to come to Feng's house almost every morning to wait for Feng Mu to go to school, but she almost spent all holidays in Feng's house.

(End of this chapter)