"Because the bullet destroyed most of the nerves in the brain, even if the bullet is successfully removed, the patient may never wake up..."
Facing Ming Xiu, the doctor wore a guilty expression.
Although they had indeed exerted their greatest efforts in this surgery to save Ming Ai's life, when they faced Ming Xiu's look of utter despair, they still felt very suppressed.
Actually, not only when dealing with the Vice President of Ming. Each time after performing a surgery, when announcing a patient's death or that they will never wake up, they felt just as heavy-hearted.
This kind of feeling, probably only fellow surgeons could understand!
"May never wake up..." Ming Xiu's body was trembling.
The hand that was clutching the doctor's arm was also shaking.
"What does this mean? Does Xiaomei have to lie in bed for the rest of her life?"
Ming Ai was his biological younger sister, the only blood relative left in this world!
