"The patient has just undergone surgery, and to operate again would greatly increase the risk, there's only a fifty percent chance of survival! Moreover, the patient has a severe brain concussion, and it is very likely that he will not regain consciousness. His entire body has suffered comminuted fractures, with the bones of his limbs being the most severely shattered. Even if he were cured, he wouldn't be able to stand up..."
Ziyan spoke on and on, completely oblivious to the fact that Zhang Zongyao's face had turned utterly dark.
After taking a deep breath, Zhang Zongyao barked coldly, "After all this time, all you do is come back to tell me this?"
Undergoing major surgeries twice, each carrying a risk of over 50%, was essentially one foot in the Netherworld. How could Zhang Zongyao dare to let his nephew take such a risk?
If luck wasn't on their side and the surgery failed, Zhang Zongyao couldn't imagine what his elder brother would turn into upon hearing the news.