Chapter 1255

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Protagonist:

Li Xiulan

Wang Xiaohua returned to the ward side, looking at Wang Zhanggen who was incomparably weak:

"Dad, we'll go home in a bit."

Wang Zhanggen's mouth was slightly open as he breathed, his face already emaciated to the point of protruding cheekbones, eyes sunken.

Originally his body was weak, and after enduring the ordeal of hospitalization and transfer, his weight naturally plummeted.

"They won't do surgery here either?"

Wang Zhanggen's face carried despair, fear spreading through him like ink dropped into clear water, invading every cell of his body.

"It shouldn't be, Wu Banxian said I could live until my grandson starts primary school..."

Wang Zhanggen's despairing eyes revealed unwillingness.

"Dad, rest assured, you'll definitely live to see your grandson start primary school. It's just that the doctors in this city are no good. After we go home, we'll find an old TCM doctor to regulate your body. Our TCM is profound and can bring the dead back to life. By then your body will definitely slowly recover, and you won't even need surgery."

Wang Xiaohua comforted him like this.

Wang Zhanggen asked:

"True or false, is it that miraculous?"

Wang Xiaohua said:

"That old TCM doctor was introduced by Wu Banxian. If you don't believe me, you can go ask Wu Banxian then."

Wang Zhanggen believed a thread:

"Then alright..."

But right at this moment, Wang Dashan walked in, saying:

"I just went to inquire at the inpatient department. There's an attending physician who can help with lung resection surgery. I've already registered Dad at the nurses' station in the inpatient department. Surgery can be done tomorrow."

Wang Dashan's words coming out made Wang Xiaohua very annoyed:

"Can you stop being so willful! You only know how to mess around!"

Wang Dashan however said:

"This is the last chance! As long as there's still a sliver of chance, we have to try!"

This was what his squad leader often told him when he was a soldier: as long as there's still a sliver of chance, never give up lightly. He took this as his life creed, whether in business or in conducting himself, he followed this creed!

So back when Shanhai Real Estate was about to go bankrupt, he gritted his teeth and persisted.

So back when Du Xiaojuan brought up breaking up with him, he felt there was still a sliver of chance, and later he took the initiative to chase Du Xiaojuan back!

All sorts of matters like these, he adhered to the philosophy of never giving up, never abandoning, and all achieved good results!

This time in handling Father's condition, using this method to approach it, also cannot be wrong!

Miracles often appear when you grit your teeth and persist to the very last moment.

And if you give up, then even that last sliver of a chance for a miracle to happen won't exist.

"Can you not, for the sake of your own obsession, mess around like this!"

Wang Xiaohua roared out.

Wang Dashan however roared back:

"I can't be as cold-blooded and ruthless as you! Scholars are all faithless people, the righteous are mostly dog butchers — today I finally understand this saying!"

Wang Xiaohua was infuriated.

This person simply cannot communicate.

Not being able to communicate would be fine, but he still says all sorts of sarcastic, barbed words!

Wang Xiaohua considered his temper quite good, but at this moment he wanted nothing more than to rush up and slap Wang Dashan several big slaps!

The only thread of reason in his mind held him down desperately, so as not to let him fall out with Wang Dashan in front of Father.

Wang Dashan however directly ignored him. With the posture of the eldest brother, he directly decided this matter.

He said to Wang Zhanggen:

"Dad, we'll have surgery the day after tomorrow. You'll definitely get better!"

Wang Zhanggen breathed with difficulty:

"This surgery, will there be risks..."

Wang Dashan however said:

"No risks. After it's done, once you recover you can be discharged."

Wang Xiaohua couldn't help but want to open his mouth to curse Wang Dashan.

This is simply talking out of his ass!

Wang Erhai however hurriedly stopped him, then said softly to Wang Xiaohua:

"Say a few words less. However Big Brother wants to handle it, let him handle it. No need, really no need..."

Wang Erhai's "no need" meant no need to fall out irreconcilably with this biological big brother Wang Dashan over a father who is about to die.

Anyway the surgery fee is paid by Wang Dashan.

What Wang Xiaohua cared about wasn't the surgery fee issue.

His own father might only have a few days left. Can't they let him leave peacefully? Why insist on messing around!

"Dad, you decide yourself. Accept surgery in this hospital, or go back and find an old TCM doctor to regulate your body?"

Wang Erhai asked Wang Zhanggen this sentence at this time.

Wang Xiaohua looked expectantly at Wang Zhanggen, hoping more than anything that Wang Zhanggen would choose the latter — the choice most favorable to him.

Unfortunately, Wang Zhanggen thought for a while, then said:

"How about... we still go with the surgery..."

Although his education level wasn't high, he knew in his heart that so-called returning to his hometown to find an old traditional Chinese medicine doctor to regulate his body was actually no different from waiting to die.

How many cancer patients returned to their hometowns for herbal medicine regulation, only to die before long.

After all, within his scope of cognition, quite a few people in the nearby village, including Liang Yuanchao and Zhang Zhongtian, had no good results from herbal medicine regulation.

On the other hand, in his subconscious, he actually trusted Wang Dashan more than Wang Xiaohua; he could clearly feel that Wang Dashan was more like him, while Wang Xiaohua was clever in a way that didn't seem like his biological son.

So when making the choice, he naturally leaned toward trusting Wang Dashan.

This is what they call birds of a feather flock together.

"Alright then, do whatever you all want to do!"

Wang Xiaohua sighed and didn't say anything more.

That afternoon, the three Wang brothers went to the inpatient department and completed the admission procedures.

Then the next morning they underwent various preoperative physical examinations.

At noon they began signing various surgery-related consent forms one after another.

The nurse explained various relevant matters while having them sign on various documents.

All of these were signed by Wang Dashan.

Because the surgery was his idea.

Wang Dashan didn't even look closely at those dense lines of text before signing; he didn't have that kind of patience — if he had that patience, his grades wouldn't have been so bad back when he was in school.

Before they knew it, afternoon arrived, and the preoperative briefing needed to be conducted.

A middle-aged nurse, holding a notebook, came over to the hospital bed and once again reminded the patient and his family members of various preoperative and postoperative precautions.

What to do before surgery, what to do after surgery — she repeatedly emphasized many times.

"After ten o'clock tonight, no food of any kind; after midnight tonight, no water either, until tomorrow's surgery ends — understand?"

Wang Dashan asked:

"What if my dad is very thirsty — can he drink a little plain boiled water?"

The nurse in charge of the briefing had a very explosive temper — maybe it was because of her period, or maybe all big city hospital nurses have this attitude — she immediately darkened her face:

"Can't you understand human speech! After twelve o'clock, if water is drunk the surgery is cancelled!"