My 1979

"Mr. Li." The doctor in a white coat stood in front of Li He, feeling a little nervous. He knew the Li family, and even more so the power and wealth of the Li family!

This is not the first time that the Li family has come to the hospital.

I didn’t mention it before, but this time alone, the dean’s phone calls didn’t stop for a moment!

The phone calls were either threats or promises!

Rich people are really hard to take care of!

"How is it?" Li He put the cigarette he took out back into the cigarette case, trying to restrain himself without resorting to cigarettes.

"Due to cerebral hemorrhage, there are symptoms of cerebral herniation. In this case, it generally depends on the degree of absorption of the bleeding in the brain tissue in the future." The doctor looked at Li He's face and continued, "Currently, we mainly rely on ventilators. Maintain breathing, and to be honest, the family members must be mentally prepared that they may never wake up, of course we will do our best.”

"What are the chances of waking up?" Although the wound on Li He's head was much better, there was still a faint tearing pain.

"There is a chance of recovery. At present, he generally cannot hear what you are saying. If he wakes up, he must check the patient's primary disease, whether other organs are failing, and the patient's own will to survive. "The doctor told the truth.

"Thank you for your hard work." Li He stretched out his hand to him, "Please tell the director, if there are mature medical solutions abroad, please tell me, and I will donate 10 million medical equipment to your hospital."

"Mr. Li, don't worry. Dean Wu has just arrived and is now organizing a meeting with experts. We will actively contact foreign medical teams and go all out." The doctor's face flashed with joy.

"Thank you then." Li He patted the doctor's shoulder, "You go about your business first. I will trouble you again if I have anything to do."

"What will happen if I can't wake up?" Wang Yulan's eyes were already red and swollen. She didn't know how many times she cried that day.

"I'm here, it's okay." Li He comforted again, "Look at you, your eyes are like this, can you go back and have a rest?"

"How can I be in such a mood?" Wang Yulan's eyes were confused.

Li He said to the aunt beside him, "Sister Jiang, please send my mother back."

As he said that, he was about to push my mother towards the elevator entrance.

"Call your brother and your sister." Wang Yulan sighed after saying that, "Whether he is alive or dead, let them take a look, otherwise they will never have a chance to take a look in the future."

"Okay." Li He knew this was the truth and said to Ding Shiping, "You go ahead and fight."

Just as Ding Shiping turned around to leave, Li He called him to stop again, "Wait a minute."

"Yes." Ding Shiping followed Li He's explanation.

"There's no need to fight Lao Wu. Let's wait until her exam is over." Li He didn't want to disturb Lao Wu.

"Hey, if there is really no other way, let's go back to our hometown. It's more convenient." Wang Yulan seemed to have made up her mind and prepared for the worst.

"You're overthinking it, aren't you?" Li He coaxed, "Didn't you listen to the doctor and say it's possible to wake up?"

"Oh my God, you didn't look. When it was delivered, a piece of my head was broken." Wang Yulan didn't believe this and sat on the bench, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

"There are still children at home. Sister Jiang, I'll trouble you." Li He told his aunt, "Don't tell them anything. Just say that you are going on a trip. Don't affect their studies."

"I will take care of it, don't worry, Mr. Li." Auntie muttered a few words to Wang Yulan and left.

A middle-aged man in a yellow shirt squatted beside him in a daze, sighing, and looking towards Li He from time to time.

"That person is the taxi driver who hit Uncle Li. The police just questioned him." Gu Xiaohua came over and reminded him.

Li He asked, "Who is the responsible party?"

He hadn't had time to ask the specific reason for such a long time, why Li Zhaokun was lying in the hospital in good condition.

"It's us." It was old man Zhang who spoke. His head was also wrapped with gauze. He lowered his head and said tremblingly, "We are riding a tricycle on Nathan Road. Tell him to slow down. But he thought the red light was too slow, so he rushed through it, and the taxi driver didn't have time to brake."