Chapter 1736: 1677 Child, still young; living is truly exhausting (Alliance Leader Pig shouts elephant add-on 2)

1677 Child, still young; living is truly exhausting (Alliance Leader Pig shouts elephant add-on 2)

Call the wife?

Will that woman jump off the building?

Just thinking about his family being ruined, Liu Xu zhi felt he couldn't hold on for even a second. Thinking this, he hesitated a moment and hung up the phone.

Is it just going to die like this? Liu Xu zhi felt dazed, the pain in his chest seemed to intensify a bit, and his head felt a little dizzy.

Under a strong will to survive, an honest, simple face appeared before his eyes.

He no longer hesitated, although he knew calling Zheng Lao Ban would be useless.

If it's an acute myocardial infarction and not immediate death, he only has 120 minutes left. If he can't undergo thrombectomy or get a stent within that time, he's done.

Myocardial ischemia, necrosis… a series of complications appeared in Liu Xu zhi's mind.

Recently, to perform surgery on myocardial infarction patients, Liu Xu zhi crammed the relevant knowledge.

The phone connected, and a familiar tune played.

【They said, quickly write a love song, something both refined and vulgar can enjoy…】

Liu Xu zhi felt the symptoms of chest tightness and pain growing worse; he could no longer support himself, and at any moment his vision would blacken and he would faint.

"Yo, Lao Liu, you're not calling me, you're calling the boss. Are you secretly saying something to the boss?" A familiar voice sounded in Liu Xu zhi's ear.

At Pengxi Township Hospital, this voice tormented Liu Xu zhi to the point of ecstasy.

But after returning from earthquake relief, he greatly missed this voice.

"Yun Ge'er, I'm going to die." Liu Xu zhi said this, and instead became calm. Only two lines of cold tears streamed down his cheeks.

"Are you happily going to die?" Su Yun laughed: "Hurry up and come, I'll grab you for a drink."

"Yun Ge'er, I'm having a myocardial infarction." Liu Xu zhi said, "Right now I have no one beside me, maybe…"

"I'll go, you damn well better not be joking!" Su Yun's side immediately became anxious.

"I'm telling the truth."

"Boss, Lao Liu says he's going to die! Don't take a shower, hurry out!" Su Yun's shout made Liu Xu zhi feel a hint of warmth.

Someone still cares about me; even if I die in this icy, snowy Xilin Town Hospital, it wouldn't be considered freezing to death, right?

"Nonsense." Another familiar voice came through the phone: "Liu Xu zhi's call? I just started washing my hair, head full of suds. Lao Liu, what's wrong?"

"Zheng Lao Ban, I'm having a myocardial infarction."

"Are you sure? What symptoms?" Zheng Ren asked gently, without a trace of anxiety.

"Dizzy, blurry vision, precordial pain, accompanied by arrhythmia." Liu Xu zhi felt it was a bit strange; he wanted to say goodbye, to bid farewell to this world.

If Zheng Lao Ban and Yun Ge'er still had a bit of old camaraderie from working together in earthquake relief, helping to look after my son would be enough.

But why does it feel like reporting medical history to the director during rounds?

"Lao Liu, don't panic first, I'm here, you won't die." Zheng Ren's steady voice seemed to slightly stabilize Liu Xu zhi's arrhythmia.

"Now, hang up the phone, open the video, I want to see your condition. Also, how far is the interventional surgery room? Are the emergency drugs all ready there?" Zheng Ren said gently, still without a trace of anxiety.

Hearing Zheng Lao Ban's calm and composed voice, Liu Xu zhi felt a rise of the will to live.

If one could live, who would want to die?

He hung up the phone and opened the video.

On the phone appeared Zheng Lao Ban, haphazardly wearing sleep pants; his upper body muscles exuded a wild vigor. Six-pack abs, rock hard, like a fitness trainer. He still had white suds on his head, but he didn't look disheveled, like an elderly white-haired doctor giving himself confidence.

"Your lips seem problematic, looks like it could be. Lao Liu, steady your steps, don't rush, walk step by step to the interventional surgery room." Zheng Ren said: "Right, go slow, no one can help you on this stretch."

"Slow, and steady, walk with your feet on the ground."

"You guys still have snow there? Awesome!" Su Yun laughed: "Lao Liu, don't worry, you won't die! You still have to come to Di Du to toil as an ox and horse."

Liu Xu zhi listened to their completely different styles of speech, and his heart felt a bit more at ease.

"Maintain communication now, walk to the interventional surgery room. Su Yun, contact person, see if you can charter a plane." Zheng Ren said.

"Boss, flight routes need to be booked at least 24 hours in advance." Su Yun said.

"Then buy the nearest available ticket, I'll call Xiao Feng." Zheng Ren said.

"You're going to fly there? Time won't make it, right?" Su Yun asked.

"There is an interventional surgery room; Lao Liu just fell ill, the chance of making it there on foot is not small. Perform catheter thrombolysis, first relieve the urgent need, stabilize the condition—I can arrive within 24 hours and then do the follow‑up treatment." Zheng Ren instantly came up with a plan.

"Lao Liu, if you can't make it to the interventional surgery room, the ticket money will just be burned as paper money for you. Show some spirit—it's all money anyway." Su Yun seemed utterly unconcerned, still discussing the ticket issue with Liu Xu zhi.

Liu Xu zhi didn't know whether Zheng Lao Ban was speaking offhand or seriously.

Catheter thrombolysis? Do it myself?

Seems a bit difficult.

Not just a bit—he felt the difficulty was simply too great, basically an impossible task.

Just finished a surgery, hoping there's someone in the operating room.

Liu Xu zhi turned around, saw the operating room lights still on, and felt somewhat reassured.

He puffed out his chest; three hundred thousand yuan in hard cash was pressed against his chest, and he suddenly thought of something.

"Zheng Lao Ban, do I really have a chance to be saved?" Liu Xu zhi asked.

"Eighty percent, if you don't panic." Zheng Ren said lightly, "How?"

"Can we livestream? I heard that after livestreaming, the family still gets 20,000–30,000 yuan in fees." Liu Xu zhi said: "If I can survive, that's naturally best. If I die, I'll also leave some money for the family. Child… still young."

"…" Zheng Ren and Su Yun were speechless.

The sorrow in the heart of a middle‑aged old man is hard for them to understand.

"Okay!" Zheng Ren immediately agreed and began contacting Hu Yan Hui.

A five‑hundred‑meter stretch, Liu Xu zhi walked for over ten minutes, almost inching forward step by step.

On a dark, cold night, if it weren't for the chat in the phone video, Liu Xu zhi would many times have wanted to give up, lie in the snow and fall asleep to death.

Alive,

Really tired!

"Old Liu, confirm once more, are you really going to do a video livestream?" Zheng Ren said very seriously.

Involving Xinglin Yuan, involving legal procedures, it cannot but be serious.

Livestreaming the entire process of a myocardial infarction patient's death, even Zheng Ren cannot bear it.

"Boss Zheng, I'm sure, it's me who requested to do the livestream. Livestreaming the entire rescue process, leaving behind footage, also counts as merit. It can also leave some money for the family, what a good thing." Liu Xu zhi forced a smile, the interventional surgery operating room was less than ten meters ahead.

The nurse seemed about to leave, she noticed Liu Xu zhi's staggering steps.

Zheng Ren nodded, Hu Yan Hui wanted to say something, but still held back.

In this situation, although audiovisual materials are left behind, there probably is no legal effect, just no time to consult a lawyer.