Chapter 1258 - 1131: Dad, Who Is It?

Chapter 1258: Chapter 1131: Dad, Who Is It?

After regaining her composure, Zhou Jiao refused to have Military Doctor Zheng come over. She knew the condition of her own health; just now, it was merely that her spirit had been stretched too tight.

Now she didn’t know which grandson of the Cheng Family was in trouble, nor the severity of the illness, but she and her daughter should immediately go to the hospital to accompany Old Mrs. Cheng.

"You stay home and rest, I’ll go."

Zhou Jiao felt weak all over, too tired to explain, so she left the study and began to put on a coat, hat, and scarf hanging in the living room.

"So stubborn, just like your dad!" Miao Lishan muttered, worriedly supporting her out of the yard, "Walk slowly, the car won’t arrive so quickly."

Early spring had not yet arrived; the nighttime streets were quite desolate, with only occasional shadows appearing.

The car drove along, and just as it was nearing the Military General Hospital, a delicate rain began to fall outside, causing a shiver when one reaches a hand out of the car window.

The hospital is not a pleasant place, especially the operating room, always evoking bad thoughts.

When Zhou Jiao came over, Old Mrs. Cheng was accompanying the elder Mr. Cheng, sitting outside the surgery room door waiting, along with Cheng Ruzhu and her husband and some guards.

At this moment, everyone had a serious expression as they stared at the operating room.

Zhou Jiao held her chest, trying hard to calm her racing heart.

Watching her mother walk over to Old Mrs. Cheng, she herself went over to Cheng Ruzhu and quietly asked, "Aunt, how is the situation now?"

"Not very optimistic, they are still rescuing."

It was only then Zhou Jiao noticed that under the lights Cheng Ruzhu had already swollen eyes from crying; she opened her mouth but suddenly realized that no words of comfort were useful.

Not long after, a somewhat unfamiliar middle-aged soldier entered the corridor, accompanied by several soldiers, and approached Mr. Cheng.

"Commander..."

Mr. Cheng shook his head at the opposite party, "How are the conditions of the other soldiers?"

"The surgeries have been completed."

"That’s good, you should take them to rest early."

"We’ll wait with you for a while."

After hearing this, Mr. Cheng didn’t say anything more, gripping Old Mrs. Cheng’s hand tightly, focusing intently on the operating room.

Time ticked away, during which the surgery door opened once, a nurse hurriedly came out and then swiftly pushed a medicine cart back inside.

Watching the tense demeanor of the nurse, no one dared to make a sound for fear of disturbing the surgery inside; the atmosphere was so oppressive it was hard even to breathe.

They waited for more than four hours.

The surgery room door finally opened, and this time a middle-aged male doctor in a white coat came out.

Seeing this familiar figure, Zhou Jiao quickly stood up; sitting for a long time had made her legs numb, and if her mom hadn’t supported her, she would have almost fallen.

In the pause, Mr. Cheng had already begun asking: "Doctor, how is my grandson?"

The doctor removed his mask, "The surgery was very successful, but the patient lost too much blood and is still in a coma. If he doesn’t wake up within the next 24 hours..."

The ensuing words, although the doctor didn’t say them out loud, everyone understood what could happen and could only hope and pray that the child wakes up soon.

Zhou Jiao looked at Cheng Shao Ning who was then being pushed out.

Yes, she already knew it was Cheng Shao Ning of the Cheng Family.

This was the youngest grandson of the Cheng Family, the youngest son of Cheng Siyu, who was not even thirty yet, the most cherished youngest son of Cheng Siyu.

A child who always shouted about inheriting the glorious missions of his ancestors and father, a sunshine man proud of becoming a soldier.

Zhou Jiao remembered his heroic posture while playing basketball, his rogue behavior every time he came to her home looking for the Ping An Brothers to practice moves, and the moment he grinned foolishly announcing he had entered the military academy.

Now he was like a mummy, bound with bandages, lying lifelessly on the hospital bed he once said he hated the most.

He was pushed into the intensive care unit by midnight at 11 PM.

This 24-hour curse made everyone unwilling to leave.

From the glass window, inside the disinfected intensive care unit, Mr. and Mrs. Cheng in white coats were sitting there, continuously watching their little grandson.

Cheng Ruzhu leaned her head on her husband Wen Congwen’s shoulder, speaking in a low voice: "I don’t even know how to tell my brother and sister-in-law over the phone."

Miao Lishan patted her, "It’ll be alright, the child is just tired and resting, once it’s daylight, he’ll know to get up, usually at this time he should be exercising early."

"A few days ago, sister-in-law talked to me on the phone, she said she had a dream again where Xiao Ning was covered in blood, she woke up frightened and dared not tell anyone, I even told her that dreams go in reverse."

"Last year, sister-in-law also said that Xiao Ning was almost thirty, and she really wanted him to date this time, I also told her there was a nice young girl at work, to meet at the end of the year, if suitable just settle down early and plan for a child..."

Zhou Jiao knew that now she was talking to herself, no outside comfort could penetrate her, sighing quietly, she rubbed her aching temples.

After sitting for a while, she simply couldn’t bear it anymore, squeezed her mother’s palm, and quietly left to head to the doctor’s on-call room.

"Little sister?" As Zhou Jiao entered, the same middle-aged doctor from before spoke in surprise, "Why did you come out? You don’t look well."

"Senior brother, do you have any water?"

"Wait a moment, I’ll get it for you right away."

This seventh senior brother was one of her master’s disciples.

According to her master, when he was young, he originally studied Chinese medicine excellently, then, like a sudden urge, he decided to specialize in Western medicine, almost leading to her master breaking his legs.

However, her seventh senior brother hadn’t let her master down, now combining Chinese and Western medicine, he’s become quite famous within the industry, known as Yang Yidao.

Her seventh senior brother, a thoughtful gentleman, had somehow fetched a bottle of glucose, warming it in hot water, then poured it into an enamel mug and handed it to her.

Zhou Jiao took a sip, like a cat, letting out a satisfied sigh: "Finally come back to life."

Seventh senior brother amusedly glanced at her, then started pulling out a couple of office drawers, finding a small package of military compressed biscuits and handing it to her.

"Luckily I pinched food supplies from senior brother before the end of the year or you’d go hungry. So spill it, running out late at night, did you know the soldier undergoing surgery or are you fishing for news?"

Zhou Jiao waved her hand, "I’m not hungry. As expected of my senior brother, truly astute! Both are true. Did you forget I have family ties with the Cheng Family?"

"No wonder! Tonight, I did surgery on Cheng Shao Ning from the Cheng Family. He was hit with three critical gunshot wounds, the worst one just a hair’s breadth away from his heart."

Zhou Jiao furrowed her brows, "So severe?"

"Otherwise, would he be immediately sent back to Beijing?"

After Seventh senior brother spoke, he tore open the biscuit wrapper and handed it to her, "Hurry eat something, the patient won’t wake up soon, do you want me to prepare a room for you right next to him to sleep a bit?"

If it were normal times, hearing this, Zhou Jiao would have burst into laughter.

But now she couldn’t muster up the energy, just shook her head, and asked if he had heard from this group of patients any whispers from the front lines.