Chapter 1135: Zhu Qingxiang is Dead, Medical Malpractice

There was no time to hesitate; in the end, everyone decided to let her enter the operating room!

If she went in, she would bear the responsibility if there were any problems.

If she didn't go in, no one was willing to take responsibility if danger arose!

Liu Min quickly changed into surgical scrubs, put on a mask and gloves, and fully armed, entered the operating room.

Because the internal organs were not injured, a local anesthetic was administered to Zhu Qingxiang, not general anesthesia; although he was preparing for surgery, he was completely conscious.

"Why is it you? Get out, get out!"

Even though Liu Min was wearing a mask and her hair was covered by a surgical cap, Zhu Qingxiang recognized this woman at a glance.

He shouted repeatedly for her to get out, his emotions very agitated.

"Prepare for general anesthesia, don't let him make noise," Liu Min ordered.

The promises made outside just now were all thrown to the back of her mind; when she was outside the operating room, Liu Min had promised to be an assistant.

But once inside, she was the queen; everything here had to be decided by her!

The anesthesiologist did not move and looked at the attending physician.

The attending physician didn't speak, so Liu Min spoke up: "I take full responsibility here, what is the use of you looking at him?"

"Okay."

The anesthesiologist no longer had any concerns and administered general anesthesia.

The operating room became quiet; although Zhu Qingxiang was unwilling, he drifted into a deep sleep.

Next, Liu Min was quite cooperative; she acted as the assistant while the doctor performed the surgery, and all the Daggers were safely removed without major hemorrhaging or ruptured arterial blood vessels.

Before the attending physician could breathe a sigh of relief, Liu Min brought up another point: "He injured his head when he fell; could there be a hematoma?"

Out of professional rigor, the doctor told the truth: "Technically, such a situation is possible."

Liu Min: "Then we must perform a craniotomy; the sooner this surgery is done, the better the results."

Attending physician:...

He refused: "I am a surgeon; I cannot perform a craniotomy."

Liu Min: "I can."

The attending physician flatly refused: "No, you have never had any clinical experience; you cannot perform such surgery on a patient."

She had more than just no clinical experience; she had been studying medicine for less than half a year, and she hadn't even touched the surface of the theoretical knowledge.

However, ignorance is fearless.

"I can, I am capable, I will definitely have no problems."

Liu Min was full of confidence: "You are just a surgeon; a craniotomy is a matter for our neurology department. You don't need to worry about it, just watch. Of course, if you don't want to watch, you can go out."

"No, this is my operating room; I cannot watch you mess around. As long as I am here, I will not agree to you being the lead surgeon!" the attending physician refused.

"Enough nonsense, I already said I'm responsible, what are you still nagging about?"

Liu Min, without further ado, kicked the attending physician out.

"Craniotomy, prepare."

Now she was the only doctor here, so she had the final say.

What seemed absurd and should never have happened was truly unfolding inside the operating room.

The goddess of luck did not favor Zhu Qingxiang once again.

He died.

He died on the operating table, died under Liu Min's scalpel!

The operating room light went out.

Liu Min walked out from inside, her tone not without regret: "I am very sorry, the patient has died; I have already done my best."

There were many people standing outside, all with the same expression on their faces—if you hadn't "done your best," the person wouldn't have died!

Shi Ran and Qi Heng had no feelings about whether Zhu Qingxiang was dead; they only wanted to confirm one thing: was the person who died really Zhu Qingxiang?

After the autopsy.

The forensic doctor issued a test report; the deceased's DNA was the same as Zhu Qingxiang's DNA.

Back when Zhu Qingxiang was in Prison in Jiangzhou, there were records.

Furthermore, the fingerprints on his hands were also exactly the same.

Now there was no suspense; it could be fully proven that the deceased was not Hong Yileng, but Zhu Qingxiang!

The real Hong Yileng was ninety-nine percent likely harmed by Zhu Qingxiang.

The story of a transnational fugitive getting plastic surgery to look like a celebrity and returning to Jiangzhou to commit crimes was widely reported by the media, and the buzz remained undiminished.

Island.

Zhu Qingrui held a newspaper in his hand; the front-page headline was reporting this very matter.

The signal on the Island was very poor, and the way of obtaining information was relatively delayed; it was half a month later when he received the news of his brother's passing.

The joy of obtaining the pendant had not lasted long before it was shattered by such news.

He sat on the lounge chair at the doorway, having not eaten or drunk for a whole day, not even blinking his eyelids once, as if he were a sculpture!

The housekeeper came over: "Second Young Master, you must restrain your grief. All the hopes of the Sheng Family now rest on you; you cannot collapse. If you collapse, the Sheng Family will be completely finished..."

He acted as if he hadn't heard, with not the slightest ripple on his face.

But inside, his heart was like a raging sea, filled with monstrous hatred!

Sheng Family, Qi Family.

Shi Ran, Qi Heng, I, Zhu Qingrui, swear that I will return the pain I have suffered a thousandfold, a hundredfold in the future.

He blamed the death of his loved ones entirely on the Sheng Family and the Qi Family, never once thinking that they were suffering the consequences of their own evil deeds.

Although Zhu Qingrui was filled with monstrous hatred, he had not lost his reason; he knew that with his current abilities, going to take revenge immediately would be like throwing an egg against a rock, a long-distance delivery of his own head!

A gentleman takes his revenge, and ten years is not too late.

……

Jiangzhou.

Sheng Family.

In the bedroom, Sheng Hanyu and his wife were chatting, and the topic was precisely Zhu Qingrui.

They would release the news of Zhu Qingxiang's death, making the whole world know, not to show off anything, but with the goal of drawing out Zhu Qingrui to capture them all in one net.

Zhu Qingrui was the youngest, yet the most cunning, and harder to deal with than his brother.

Leaving him alive would lead to endless trouble.

But he did not fall for it and did not appear at all.

Zhu Qingrui's patience was much stronger than that of an average person.

If he is not removed now, he will be a scourge sooner or later, but if he does not appear on his own, others can only be anxious and have no way to deal with it.

Shi Youxuan had not slept well for two days because of this matter; she had racked her brains but had not thought of a better idea.

Sheng Hanyu persuaded her: "Stop thinking about it, relax, just let soldiers come to block and water come to cover."

"The children are going to start a big project today, shall we go down and see what they want to do?"

Shi Youxuan: ……

The boys in the family want to start a big project?

Her first impression was that they were preparing to cause trouble, so she had to go over and take a look.

The couple went downstairs, but the children were not in the living room; usually, at this time, it should be the time for the children to watch cartoons, and sometimes they would even argue because they wanted to watch different cartoons.

Today it was indeed quiet without a sound, but there was movement coming from the kitchen!

The kitchen was the place Sheng Zichen liked to go to the most, and the other children never went in, so what was going on today?

The two of them quietly walked to the doorway, where several little heads were huddled together, focused intently on making something.

Sheng Zichen: "Be careful, don't break it."

Litian: "What's the use of making these? It's not as satisfying as eating big ones."

Sheng Zihan: "Second brother, you don't understand this, do you? If you want to be different, you have to put in some effort; your personality is too rough, you need to change."

Zirui did not agree with his younger brother's words: "Everyone has their own personality traits; second brother's rough personality is not a shortcoming, so why change it? I don't think it needs to be changed……"