Taoyuan little fisherman

Chapter 737

at this time.

Yangluo First Hospital.

Office of the Director.

"Mr. Wen, your father's condition is not optimistic. Conservative treatment is no longer enough. You family members should discuss it and consider surgery." The chief doctor said to Wen Tianyu's son Wen Zihao.

Liu Wenzhong, who was standing aside, asked Wen Zihao in a low voice, "President Wen, we can't delay any longer, let's make up an idea."

Wen Zihao walked back and forth with a sad face, rubbing his hands constantly because of nervousness.

"Director Li, tell me the truth, can't the success rate of the operation be increased? Even [-]% is fine!" Wen Zihao asked with red eyes.

The chief doctor sighed and said: "We will definitely do our best to treat your father, but your father is relatively old, his body is weak, and his condition is developing too fast. The success rate of [-]% is already very high."

"Fifty percent...there is a half chance of not being able to get off the operating table. If something happens to my dad, Tianyu Group will be over!" Wen Zihao sweated.

Now the group has become a mess because of Wen Tianyu's sudden illness, and those shareholders are refusing to accept each other and are fighting among themselves.

Wen Zihao is not Wen Tianyu's own son, but several shareholders in the group are Wen Tianyu's relatives.

Wen Tianyu has been cultivating Wen Zihao as his successor. Although other people in the group are not convinced, they dare not say anything because of Wen Tianyu.

If Wen Tianyu falls, Wen Zihao, who has not yet grasped the power of the group, will be kicked out immediately, and then the Tianyu Group will be divided up by these people.

The business empire that Wen Tianyu built in his lifetime will also collapse because of this.

Wen Zihao couldn't make up his mind.

"Mr. Wen, why don't you discuss it with your family members as soon as possible. The operation must be performed tomorrow at the latest. Otherwise, the condition will continue to deteriorate and the success rate of the operation will drop further." The chief doctor explained the situation.

Wen Zihao glanced at the empty corridor outside the door, and smiled wryly, "They wish my dad would die soon, who will come to discuss it with me."

"Mr. Wen, don't think so much. You are under too much pressure. Take a break first and think about it later." Liu Wenzhong comforted Wen Zihao.

"Uncle Liu, thank you for coming. Only when something happens will you know who is the real friend of my father." Wen Zihao looked at Liu Wenzhong with a lot of emotion.

Just then, a nurse knocked on the door and came in.

"Director Li, for expert consultation, the dean asked you to go there." The nurse said.

Director Li was worried about Wen Tianyu's illness, and he was dragged to a meeting again. He was very reluctant, and complained: "There are so many directors in the hospital, so what if I'm missing? You even called my name, I'm so sad .”

The nurse said helplessly: "This patient is in a special situation. He has the same disease as Mr. Wen. Director Li of our hospital is the authority for this disease. You must be present to formulate a treatment plan for him."

When Director Li heard this, he asked in confusion: "Why is there another patient with this disease? How is the patient's condition now?"

The nurse curled her lips, "It's not very good. It was sent by ambulance. It has just been rescued. Although the vital signs are stable, it has not yet come to life."

"All right, I'll go and have a look." Director Li got up and said as he passed Wen Zihao, "Think about it, tomorrow at the latest, you have to give me an answer."

Wen Zihao could only nod his head, his brows furrowed.

After Director Li left, Wen Zihao and Liu Wenzhong walked to Wen Tianyu's ward.

The VIP ward area is very quiet, and now only Wen Tianyu lives on this floor. The charges here are very high, and ordinary patients can't afford it.

The two walked into the ward just as Wen Tianyu woke up.

Wen Tianyu was lying on the hospital bed with a sallow complexion, sunken cheeks and a very bad mental state.

He was wearing equipment, and an oxygen tube was inserted into his nose, so he was unable to breathe.

Seeing his old father haggard like this, Wen Zihao couldn't help being jealous, but he still turned around and wiped away his tears, then took a few deep breaths, tried to pretend that nothing happened, and walked over with a smile.

"Dad, you're awake, how are you feeling?" Wen Zihao asked while sitting beside the bed, holding Wen Tianyu's hand.

Seeing his son coming, Wen Tianyu smiled on his tired face, "I feel better, don't worry, it's fine."

"Well, Dad, take good care of your illness. The company is doing well. Just tell me what you want to eat. I'll make it for you when I go back." Wen Zihao said holding back his tears.

Wen Tianyu moved his mouth, then sighed, "I have a very uncomfortable stomach right now, and I can't eat anything. It's too boring to stay in the hospital. Now I want Ye Mingzhu to let me have a plate."

When Wen Zihao heard this, he immediately got up and said, "I'll go home and get it for you now."

Wen Tianyu waved his hand with difficulty, "I'm tired of seeing those at home, when I get well, I have to buy a big and good night pearl, and put it next to my bed as a night light, so I can sleep happily, how much OK!"

Seeing Wen Tianyu's yearning expression, Wen Zihao thought that once he got on the operating table, he might never see him again, and his heart ached.

He couldn't bear it anymore, got up and walked out the door to cry.

Of course Liu Wenzhong understood Wen Zihao's feelings, he said a few words to Wen Tianyu, and then went out to comfort Wen Zihao.

"Okay, don't cry, just wipe away your tears and go in, it's time for Wen to be suspicious." Liu Wenzhong said.

Wen Zihao patted his head and said, "I can't satisfy my dad with such a small wish, what kind of son am I! I'm so angry with myself!"

"You want to find a bigger and better Ye Mingzhu for your father?" Liu Wenzhong asked.

"Well, Uncle Liu, I know you also like antiques. If you have any fine night pearls in your hand, sell them to me. I'll pay more!" Wen Zihao seemed to be grasping at straws.

At this time, Wen Tianyu wanted to fulfill whatever wish he had.

"Yes, there is, but it's not in my hands. It's in the hands of a friend of mine. If you're interested, he just wants to sell it. Why don't I bring him here?" Liu Wenzhong asked.

"Okay! As soon as possible, tell him that money is not a problem, you must come quickly!" Wen Zihao agreed.

Now Liu Wenzhong is very happy, this is better than selling directly to Wen Tianyu, and now the Wen family owes him a favor.

At this time, Wang Tianhui, who was on the flower boat, received a call.

"Mr. Wang, do you have time now?" Liu Wenzhong asked happily.

Before Wang Tianhui could answer, Wen Zihao hurriedly grabbed the phone.

"You are the one who sells Ye Mingzhu. No matter what you are doing now, come to Yangluo No. [-] Hospital and find me. I can give you more money."

Wen Zihao issued an order to Wang Tianhui, and his tone was very blunt.

Wang Tianhui, who was having a good time with Liu Xiaozhu, was given a slapstick order, and his mood was not beautiful in an instant.

"Who are you? Why do you order me?"

(End of this chapter)