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Xia Weichu didn't speak. He just tilted his toes and hugged Ou Beichen's neck to comfort him in a silent way.

Yang Wenya's heart stopped just now. I'm afraid even if she survived, the situation is not optimistic.

But she doesn't want to tell ou Beichen now. She just wanted to comfort the man who was afraid of losing his mother.

Ou Beichen hugged Xia Weichu and greedily absorbed her fragrance as the origin of his sense of security. It seems that only in this way can he feel at ease.

I don't know how long it took, the door of the emergency room finally opened.

A male doctor in his fifties came out of the emergency room first.

The summer mast was released at the beginning, and oubeichen opened.

Ou Beichen asked anxiously, "how's my mother?"

"Although the patient was rescued in time, he had a short-term brain death and hurt his head. There were bruises in his head, which were not easy to remove. In addition, he had a serious cerebral infarction before, so he should be prepared to become a vegetable."

"Vegetable?" oubeichen excitedly picked up the doctor's collar, like a beast with angry hair. His eyes were cold. "What kind of doctor are you? Let her spend her next life in bed?"

"Husband, don't get excited." Xia Weichu's gentle voice called back Ou Beichen's reason. "There will be other ways. This is not the final conclusion."

Ou Beichen took back his hand and grabbed the doctor's collar.

Xia Xianxian hung her heart and breathed a sigh of relief. If Yang Wenya really becomes a vegetable, then she doesn't have to worry about the day when the truth comes out, and she can continue to stay with Beichen.

She snickered to herself, came to Ou Beichen, sobbed and comforted Ou Beichen, "Beichen, mom will not become a vegetable, I firmly believe!"

Ou Beichen didn't answer. His sharp eyes coldly swept over Xia Xianxian.

Xia Xianxian was too frightened to speak any more. It seemed that if she spoke one more word, Ou Beichen would notice the truth.

"It turned out that her face was ugly because of cerebral infarction." Xia Weichu whispered. When she saw that the doctor was leaving, she said to Ou Beichen, "wait here for your aunt. I'll talk to the doctor."

Ou Beichen nodded.

Xia Wei followed the doctor at the beginning and directly revealed his identity. "Hello, I'm gardenia. I want to see the relevant Yang Wenya's inspection report."

Doctor Mo Mou flashed a shocked light. Ding Qing looked at Xia Weichu. After he was the same person who was famous again for his research on protein allergy drugs three months ago, he said excitedly, "it's really lucky! I didn't expect you to come to our hospital in person. Please come to my office..."

"Thank you." Xia Weichu thanked politely.

She followed the doctor in the office to talk about Yang Wenya's condition and found that once Yang Wenya became a vegetable, the only treatment was craniotomy, but this was not the best policy. Only because the risk of such surgery was very high, she might lose her life.

Xia Weichu returned to the senior ward where Yang Wenya lived with worry.

She doesn't have the courage to operate on Yang Wenya. Once the operation fails, Yang Wenya will die in her hands. How should she face Ou Beichen. But as a doctor, she was unwilling to Yang Wenya's condition. As a result, she fell into a dilemma.

"How's it going?" Ou Beichen asked eagerly as he greeted Xia Weichu.

Xia Weichu said in detail in his communication with the doctor, "... Therefore, craniotomy is faced with three possibilities. First, even if the operation is performed, it is still vegetative. Second, restore consciousness. Third, death. The greatest probability is death."

Before Ou Beichen spoke, Xia Qianxian said, "you can't have surgery! The risk of surgery is too high! It's better to let mom live as a vegetable, at least in this way!"

Ou Beichen asked Xia Weichu in a deep voice, "if you do the operation, how much are you sure you can save my mother?"

Xia Weichu sipped his pink lips and said in embarrassment, "I don't have the courage to do this operation. In case... Your mother will die on my operating table, I don't know how to face you."

Oubeichen's dark pupils shook. Yes, once the operation fails and her mother dies, how should she face him? How should he face her? He ignored the problem.