Ch 26: Lu Xixiao is the bastard from Nanyang; Wen Li rescued Lu Xixiao
Hospital, Surgery Building, 16th floor, outside the operating room.
Governor Guo Siming was in a state of distress when an unexpected phone call came, making him feel like he had seen a savior. He didn’t even bother to comfort the Lu Family; he hurriedly took his mobile phone and ran to a quiet corner.
The phone call connected, and before Guo Siming could ask for help,
the other party asked first: “What is Lu Xixiao’s condition now? What went wrong with the surgery?”
After a moment of stunned silence, Guo Siming almost cried with excitement.
Although he didn’t know how this Surgical Saint knew about the hospital’s situation, he wasn’t sure if the other party was going to help, if he was wasting time, or where the other party was.
He poured out Lu Xixiao’s condition to the other party.
When she heard that Lu Xixiao had been shot in the heart, Wen Li’s eyes flickered slightly, but she didn’t rush to think deeply about it.
Even if Lu Xixiao were a businessman with a completely clean background, it wouldn’t be surprising for him to encounter danger given his dominant strength in the business world. It’s even more normal for him to be shot, considering his background isn’t actually clean.
“Dr. Lu insisted on continuing to remove the bullet even though the optimal time for bullet removal has already passed…”
“They are preparing to implement the second plan, to replace the patient’s heart, but the Lu Family refuses to trust Dr. Lu.”
A heart transplant is no ordinary surgery. The risks are significant, not to mention the potential complications of rejection later on.
“It’s fine as long as he’s still alive. I’ll be there in ten minutes. Try to keep him alive, don’t rush to replace the heart, wait for me.”
Guo Siming was so excited that he almost wept with joy: “You’re coming? That’s great, he’s saved, he’s saved…”
Wen Li lowered her voice: “Is it an injury or an illness? Tell me his medical history in detail.”
Guo Siming quickly said: “About four months ago, the patient was shot in the heart…”
Four months ago?
Wen Li’s expression tightened, and she frowned.
The scene from that day in Nanyang immediately came to mind: she had sniped a bastard with her sniper rifle, and then she was bombed.
The time and injury match. Is it a coincidence, or…?
Wen Li tightened her grip on the steering wheel.
“Because of limited medical resources at the time, the bullet was not removed promptly, and it has led to a second surgery today…”
Wen Li patiently waited for Guo Siming to finish before asking, “Do you know where the patient was injured?”
“The patient did not disclose that information.”
With a sudden screech of brakes,
Wen Li got out of the car: “I’ve arrived at the hospital.”
She had a bad feeling, so she said: “Listen carefully, do not reveal any information about me to the Lu Family, including the fact that I am performing this surgery.”
Saving Lu Xixiao would make her a guest of honor in the Lu Family, a true ascension to heaven.
Why not accept such immense wealth?
Are all big shots so indifferent to fame and fortune?
“Yes, yes, definitely, definitely.”
Although he didn’t understand, Guo Siming dared not refuse.
Afterwards,
Guo Siming first stopped the second plan, which had not yet been implemented, and then left the Lu Family members to their own devices and ran off.
When the Lu Family was about to tear the entire hospital apart, Guo Siming rushed back with several doctors.
“Everyone, this is the new surgeon we’ve invited. Please rest assured, Mr. Lu will be fine. I pledge my life on it.”
As a doctor and the governor who saves lives and heals the sick, Guo Siming even said this to reassure the Lu Family.
He had the confidence to make this pledge because of the Surgical Saint behind him.
Wen Li, having changed her clothes, wore a mask, revealing only her eyes, and walked quickly among the doctors.
She didn’t look at the Lu Family members, but the next second her gaze was caught by a small figure outside the operating room for a moment.
Lu Jingyuan.
Wen Li was surprised.
The little guy was crying, standing there quietly, staring intently at the operating room door, not crying loudly or making a fuss, just silently shedding tears.
Was Lu Jingyuan a member of the Lu Family?
Wen Li suddenly remembered the man marked by Hei Junjiang—Lu Jingyuan’s father. That face, which looked either sick or injured… she thought the face looked familiar at the time.
Wen Li immediately scanned the Lu Family members. Excluding the bodyguards, there were more than thirty family members.
Sure enough, that man was not among them.
She did see the unlucky guy she had kicked—Lu Jingyuan’s uncle.
A grown man, crying his eyes out, tears and snot all over his face. Anyone who didn’t know better would think the person inside was already dead. He wasn’t as strong as Lu Jingyuan.
So the person inside was…
As her thoughts raced, she had already entered the operating room.
After changing into a surgical gown and sterilizing, Wen Li walked towards the operating table.
When she saw the man on the operating table, Wen Li got her answer.
The man’s eyes were closed, his face was deathly still, and his weak breath diminished the strong, murderous aura about him.
Looking at him now, he was much more pleasing to the eye.
It was him.
Lu Jingyuan’s father was Lu Xixiao.
The situation was urgent, Wen Li only glanced at Lu Xixiao’s face before focusing on her work: “Heart rate.”
A race against time began in the operating room, while outside, the Lu Family members paced anxiously.
The overhead operating lights illuminated everything on the operating table.
“Surgical scissors.”
“Surgical forceps.”
“Vascular clamp.”
“…”
In his hazy consciousness, a calm voice faintly reached Lu Xixiao’s ears amidst a cacophony of sounds.
It was a woman’s voice.
He couldn’t hear it clearly.
But it was strangely familiar.
He seemed to have heard it somewhere before.
As the surgery progressed,
all the medical staff, including Guo Siming, were amazed by Wen Li’s masterful technique.
Steady!
So steady!
Truly worthy of the title of Surgical Saint, a presence that the entire medical world frantically chases but can only look up to.
Guo Siming, who had once had the opportunity to observe this Surgical Saint perform surgery from a distance, was once again shocked by what he saw.
Not to mention the other doctors who had never seen anything like it.
They all looked at Wen Li with fervent admiration, each feeling incredibly honored to be operating alongside her. They could brag about this for the rest of their lives.
Time passed minute by minute, and finally, the bullet deeply embedded in Lu Xixiao’s heart was removed.
Her strong mental fortitude allowed Wen Li to remain focused throughout the three-hour-plus surgery.
Wen Li stared intently at the bloody bullet head in the surgical forceps, her suspicions about to be confirmed.
Her gaze fell on the bullet head.
The moment she recognized the model and confirmed that the bullet came from her sniper rifle, Wen Li’s emotions surged.
A surge of murderous intent erupted.
It was him!
The bastard who bombed her in Nanyang was Lu Xixiao!
This bullet was her handiwork.
At that time, the bastard was standing with his back to her, and the night obscured his face.
Sure enough, there aren’t many coincidences in this world.
When she heard Guo Siming say that he had been shot in the heart more than four months ago, Wen Li had already begun to suspect, and it turned out to be the same person.
Wen Li wanted to curse!
In a matter of seconds, she had several internal conflicts.
In the end, reason prevailed.
With a clear sound, the bullet head was dropped into the tray.
“Suture.” Wen Li said, and turned to leave.
As the operating room door opened, Lu Xixiao was wheeled out.
Guo Siming wiped the sweat from his forehead, his excited heart still unsettled: “The surgery was very successful, the bullet has been removed.”
In his decades of life, he had never experienced a day as thrilling as today. Thankfully, he had a strong heart, otherwise he might have needed to be rescued himself.
He almost thought that today would be his last day in this industry. No, if Lu Xixiao had died in his hospital due to medical malpractice, the end of his career would be the least of his worries.
Hearing that the surgery was successful, the Lu Family members all breathed a sigh of relief.
“Wuu…”
The little guy finally couldn’t help but whimper.
Wen Li, who followed behind, looked at the crying little guy with a complex expression, and annoyance welled up, her bloodshot eyes cold.
Guo Siming turned to look for Wen Li, but found that she was already gone.
