I'm afraid Yang Zhicheng didn't finish what he said, but Tang Songyuan could guess it from his tone.
What a disaster!
You must know that Peng Daoren is the absolute leader of the Allied Forces. His status in the hearts of truly courageous people is simply incomparable to Yang Zhicheng.
After all, the Yang family has left Kokang for decades, but the Peng family has always persisted in fighting.
It has an absolute mass base and prestige.
But when Peng Daoren fell, there was no one among the three generations of the Peng family who could take the lead.
This vigorous struggle for autonomy may face a premature end.
By that time, not to mention mining gem mines in the Tang, Song and Yuan Dynasties, even the gold mines being mined might not be able to be saved.
So he hurriedly asked: "What happened to General Peng? Where is he now? I will come right away."
Yang Zhicheng also knew that the explanation on the phone was not clear, so he quickly told Tang Songyuan the location of the hospital.
After hanging up the phone, Tang Songyuan called up Luo Gang who had just fallen asleep, and Li Qingying also took the initiative to follow.
The three of them rushed to Laojie Jinjiang Hospital. This hospital was originally the property of the Bai family, but is now under the jurisdiction of the Allied Forces.
As soon as he entered the door, Tang Songyuan saw brothers Yang Zhicheng and Yang Zhikang squatting in the corridor outside the emergency room with sad faces.
Tang Songyuan asked: "Brother Yang, what happened to General Peng?"
"Why did he suddenly faint on the front line..."
Yang Zhicheng held his forehead and sighed, and said: "Lao Peng has been struggling in a harsh environment for many years, and his body cannot bear it."
"Coupled with my age and chronic diseases such as high blood pressure,"
"The doctor said that Lao Peng may have suffered a stroke due to factors such as overwork, staying up late for a long time, and improper diet. He is currently undergoing thrombolytic treatment."
While listening to Yang Zhicheng's story, Tang Songyuan had already opened up his perspective.
Look through the emergency room door and observe what's inside.
At this moment, Peng Daoren was lying on a hospital bed. His face was painful and pale, his mouth was crooked and his eyes were slanted. His facial expressions were out of control, and his facial muscles were paralyzed.
His eyes were closed tightly, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly and saliva overflowed.
His right hand and right foot had obviously lost control and were lying helplessly on the hospital bed, looking very weak and hanging on by a thread.
Her silver hair was messy and scattered on the pillow, making her look even more haggard and older.
Tang Songyuan further enlarged the fluoroscopy field of view, and could see that there were serious blood clots inside several blood vessels in Peng Daoren's brain.
The blood circulation is poor or even blocked, compressing the brain nerves, which leads to the symptoms of stroke.
Three doctors and two nurses are intensively performing thrombolytic treatment, hoping to restore Peng Daoren's blood circulation as soon as possible.
With the injection of thrombolytic drugs, Tang Songyuan's fluoroscopic vision could clearly see the drugs flowing in the blood vessels, trying to dissolve those stubborn blood clots.
However, the situation was not optimistic. The location and extent of the blood clot seemed to be much more serious than doctors expected.
Suddenly, Tang Songyuan saw a blood clot suddenly loosen under the influence of the drug, and then move toward the blood vessels in the brain.
His heart tightened and he screamed secretly.
At this moment, the thrombus suddenly ruptures, part of it flows to the brain with the blood, and part of it blocks in the cerebral blood vessels, resulting in insufficient blood supply to the brain.
Peng Daoren's facial muscles suddenly twitched, his eyes opened with blurred vision, and he was obviously experiencing great pain.
His heartbeat quickened and an intense deathly silence enveloped him.
The expressions of the three doctors suddenly changed, and they obviously realized that the situation was not good.
They exchanged anxious looks with each other, and then a doctor quickly walked to the door of the emergency room and reported to Yang Zhicheng:
"President Yang, the situation is not good!"
"General Peng's blood clot was much more severe than we expected."
"Despite our best efforts to administer thrombolytic therapy, the location and extent of the clot prevented the drug from fully dissolving it."
"Now the blood clot has ruptured, part of it flows to the brain with the blood, and part of it is blocked in the cerebral blood vessels, resulting in insufficient blood supply to the brain..."
Yang Zhicheng's head was pounding after hearing this, and he asked angrily: "Just tell me, what should we do, and what methods need to be taken to ensure General Peng's life?"
The doctor also had sweat on his forehead and said extremely nervously:
"The only way now is to perform craniotomy immediately!"
"But none of the doctors in our hospital have ever performed such a difficult operation. If you perform the operation rashly, the chance of success will be infinitely close to zero..."
When Yang Zhicheng heard the doctor's report, his face instantly turned pale.
With trembling hands, he held onto the wall and managed to steady his body.
This news was like a bolt from the blue to him. He knew the importance of Peng Daoren to the Allied Forces.
He also knew that if Peng Daoren had any shortcomings, it would be a heavy blow to the morale of the entire Allied Forces.
He stared at the doctor with wide eyes and asked in an urgent tone: "Jinjiang Hospital is already the best hospital in Lao Cai. How is it possible that we can't even find a doctor who can perform craniotomy surgery?"
The doctor pursed his lips, looking like he was hesitating to speak.
But facing Yang Zhicheng's eyes that wanted to eat people, he still said bravely:
"President Yang, it turns out that Jinjiang Hospital did have many highly skilled doctors, but after the Allied Forces liberated Lao Cai, they liquidated the electronic fraud park."
"Almost all of these highly skilled doctors have been involved in the crime of organ trafficking..."
Yang Zhicheng was speechless and felt cold in his heart.
Forced by the original environment, most doctors in Lao Cai were involved in the crime of organ trafficking and were liquidated and faced legal sanctions.
This has resulted in Jinjiang Hospital currently lacking doctors who can perform difficult surgeries.
Yang Zhicheng took a deep breath and tried to calm down.
Soon, he turned his head, looked at Yang Zhikang with scarlet eyes and said:
"Go, go find me in the prison immediately, and find me all the doctors who can perform craniotomy!"
"No matter what the cost, General Peng's life must be saved..."
But the doctor shook his head and said: "President Yang, it's useless..."
"General Peng's current situation is a large-scale brain hemorrhage. After more than half an hour, the death of brain cells will cause irreversible damage and even death..."
"What did you say?" Yang Zhicheng grabbed the doctor's white coat. He could not accept such a result, but was stopped by Tang Songyuan.
He stood up, grabbed Yang Zhicheng's hand, and said, "Brother Yang, let me try it!"
Yang Zhicheng turned around and looked at him with wide eyes, and asked in shock and doubt: "You know how to perform craniotomy?"
Tang Songyuan shook his head, but his eyes and tone were very firm and he said:
"I don't know how to do craniotomy, but I also hope that General Peng can survive. You have to believe me, I will definitely be able to do it..."
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