I accidentally messed with a wealthy family, and my blind date was the CEO.

Chapter 237 Keep Calm
In the car, it seemed that for a while the only sound that could be heard was the friction of the wheels against the road. Both of them were trying to calm down the tension and anxiety in their hearts.

Zhang Lingche suddenly broke the silence, with a trembling voice: "Sister-in-law, I... I'm very scared. I'm afraid I'll lose my grandpa."

When Jiang Yuzhu listened to his words, her heart seemed to be tightly pulled.

She turned her head and saw Zhang Lingche's red and swollen eyes. She could feel his helplessness and fear.

She took a deep breath, and then said softly: "I understand how you feel, Ling Che, but you have to remember that the most important thing now is to stay calm and give Mr. Zhang the best support and help."

Zhang Lingche nodded and tried to stabilize his emotions.

After a while, Yu Zhu spoke again: "Ling Che, actually I am also very scared. Mr. Zhang is not only my patient, but also an elder who has taught me many things."

Zhang Lingche listened, with a firm light flashing in his eyes. "Yes, you're right. We cannot let fear defeat us."

Zhang Lingche held the steering wheel tightly, his face tense.

He couldn't imagine what it would be like to lose his grandfather, and he couldn't even imagine what he would lose.

But he knew that Jiang Yuzhu was his grandfather's most trusted doctor, and she would definitely be able to help his grandfather.

The car finally arrived at the hospital. Zhang Lingche hurriedly parked the car, and Yu Zhu quickly opened the car door and rushed to the ward without hesitation.

The corridor of the hospital seemed extremely long. At this moment, every step seemed so heavy and long.

She took a deep breath and adjusted herself. She knew she couldn't lose control.

Under the cold white light of the hospital, Yu Zhu's face looked even paler as she walked quickly through the corridor of the ward.

Her steps were firm and urgent, each step revealing her anxiety and sense of responsibility.

Huang Jing hurriedly came forward, her face covered with anxious sweat.

"Sister Yuzhu, Mr. Zhang..." Huang Jing's voice was trembling.

Yu Zhu quickly interrupted her: "Tell me the details. Is it a cerebral infarction? How is your current condition?"

Huang Jing nodded and reported quickly: "Yes, I started to have slurred speech and weakness on the left limb about an hour ago. We have done preliminary examinations, and now we urgently need surgery, but..."

"But what?" A sharp light flashed in Yu Zhu's eyes.

"Surgery has great risks. The old man is already very old, and his physical condition..." Before Huang Jing could finish her words, Yu Zhu had interrupted her.

Jiang Yuzhu took a deep breath of air-conditioning, and a trace of determination flashed in his eyes: "I know the risks, but we can't sit idly by. Be prepared for the operation, I'll be there right away."

She had no extra time to hesitate or worry.She knew this was what she had to do.

Huang Jing looked at her back, feeling a surge of admiration and strength in her heart.

She followed Jiang Yuzhu to the dressing room and watched her skillfully and quickly put on surgical clothes. Every movement seemed so powerful and decisive.

Jiang Yuzhu's eyes revealed an indomitable strength, the kind of strength that would never shrink even in the face of difficulties.

Jiang Yuzhu asked while changing clothes: "Are the anesthesiologists and surgical team ready?"

Huang Jing nodded: "Everything is ready and waiting in the operating room."

Along the way, Huang Jing kept updating her information about the patient's condition. Her voice was a little trembling, but also full of determination and strength: "CT shows serious cerebral vascular obstruction. We need to perform surgery to remove the obstruction as soon as possible."

"Understood." Jiang Yuzhu responded concisely and forcefully.

Walking through the long corridor, the light cast two long shadows behind them.At the end of the corridor is the door of the operating room. Behind that door is the battlefield of Mr. Zhang's life and theirs.

Yu Zhu walked into the operating room, her eyes full of firmness and determination.

"Yuzhu, you..." Huang Jing's eyes were full of worry.

Yu Zhu turned his head and gave her a quiet and firm smile. "Huang Jing, we are doctors, and our mission is to try our best to save every life. Remember, no matter what, we can't give up."

Huang Jing looked at her, a firm light flashed in her eyes: "Yes, Sister Yuzhu."

Entering the operating room, the smell of disinfectant seems even more grim.

In the white rectangular room, the lights illuminated every corner, and also illuminated Yu Zhu's firm eyes.

She saw two core members of the surgical team, Dong Sicheng and Zhou Zerong, already waiting there.

Jiang Yuzhu walked towards them and nodded slightly as a tacit indication that it was time to start.

Beside the operating table, Yu Zhu put on disposable surgical clothes and masks.

She raised her hands and asked the nurse to help her put on sterile gloves.

At this moment, she looked like a warrior preparing to go into battle, a fearless warrior.

Time is the number one enemy in this battle.

In the operating room, every second seems like an eternity.

Zhou Zerong is sitting in front of the microscope, wearing miniature operating instruments on his hands, which will be the weapons they use to fight death.

Dong Sicheng is responsible for monitoring the old man's vital signs. His eyes are always staring at the waveforms and numbers that show unstable beating.

His heart was like a clock hanging in mid-air, reminding them all the time that time was running out.

Yu Zhu stood in front of the operating table. There was no trace of fear in her eyes, only determination and faith.

She took a deep breath, and then inhaled slowly. Her heart was as still as still, but at the same time it was beating rapidly.

The operation has begun.

Huang Jing stood beside her, and she was also a member of this battle.

She is responsible for assisting Yu Zhu and delivering the tools she needs. She is also responsible for keeping in touch with the outside world and reporting the progress of the operation to others in a timely manner.

Jiang Yuzhu's hands flew on the operating table, and every movement she made was so precise and powerful.

There was no hesitation in her eyes, only determination and determination.

Jiang Yuzhu quickly took out the surgical plan, and her words were concise and powerful: "We need to perform thrombolysis and vascular recanalization in the shortest possible time. Dr. Dong is responsible for monitoring the old man's vital signs, and Dr. Zhou and I completed the operation together."

Zhou Zerong and Dong Sicheng looked at each other and saw the determination in each other's eyes.They all know that there is no retreat from this battle.

The operation began, and time seemed to slow down extremely slowly.

The operating room was filled with a tense and calm atmosphere.Every small movement is extremely important.

Dong Sicheng stared at the monitoring screen closely. Any abnormality could mean the difference between his life and death.

Jiang Yuzhu and Zhou Zerong cooperated tacitly, and every move they made went through countless adjustments.

Zhou Zerong is responsible for carefully and accurately incising the blocked blood vessels, while Jiang Yuzhu is responsible for dissolving the emboli.

Time passes quietly like running water, but in the operating room, every second is like a year.

Mr. Zhang's life indicators are sometimes stable and sometimes fluctuate. Every moment makes people's hearts tense to the extreme.

The operation reached a critical moment, and Zhou Zerong suddenly shouted: "The blood vessels have been recanalized successfully, and we are ready to proceed to the next step."

(End of this chapter)