Two hours ago, at the Jiangcheng City First People's Hospital.
"Doctor, how is my dad's condition? Please tell me honestly, I can handle it!"
In the office, Ding Qiang asked a doctor in a white coat, his eyes filled with panic.
Upon hearing this, the middle-aged doctor thought for a long time and then sighed helplessly, "The situation is not optimistic. Right now, it is impossible to move him to a general ward. Even staying in the ICU is not a solution. The best option is to arrange another surgery as soon as possible, though I must tell you, the chances of success... are not high."
As he spoke those last words, the doctor paused, adjusting his language because the reality was indeed cruel, but he felt he couldn't say it like that. After all, Ding Qiang was just a kid in his early twenties.
