Chapter 596: A Fifty Percent Success Rate

her pretty face was filled with sadness, making people feel pity."I'm sorry, Jiang Qingran," Xiang Wan stood up, her voice anxious but sharp as she apologized to Jiang Qingran. "But I can't possibly w...“Okay... Okay.” Meng Lan's voice trembled. Her hair covered her lowered face, tears falling 'plop' onto the ground. After a long silence, she rasped, "Uncle Zhao, could you please help me up"

She couldn't walk.

Forgive her, at this moment, her legs inexplicably gave way.

She ran several red lights on her way here just now, and even for a moment, she confused the gas pedal with the brake pedal several times, almost causing an accident!

Uncle Zhao hurriedly helped her to a chair to rest. Menglan's gaze remained fixed on the door of her younger brother's ward. For the first time, she felt that it was just a simple wooden door, but at this moment, it seemed unbearably heavy and oppressive.

Then… where is that door separating the realms It’s clearly the distance between life and death!

Another half hour passed, and the foreign medical team of doctors finally walked out of the ward. Menglan adjusted her emotions before standing up and communicating with them in fluent English.

"Hello Miss Meng, your younger brother's condition is now stable. However, he has a serious congenital heart disease. As time goes by and it accumulates, his physique will only get worse."

"What should I do"

We are in talks with hospitals across our country to expedite research into medication, and barring any unforeseen circumstances, your brother could have surgery next month.

"That's great, thank you all." Menglan let out a breath of relief, opening her palm to find it was already covered in sweat.

But before the joy could settle, my heart tightened with worry again. Liangliang's condition was so serious that no one in the country dared to take his case.

Now that surgery is possible, doesn't it also mean that the danger is extremely high

The doctor also saw her anxiety and reminded her with a grave expression, "Any surgery carries risks, and we can't guarantee success. At best, we estimate only a 50% chance of it working."

Miss Meng, as the patient's family member, I hope you think carefully and make a well-considered decision.

And remember, you must make sure that the patient doesn't get too excited before surgery, otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Meng Lan's eyes lit up suddenly, her knuckles cracking with each grip as she nodded heavily. "Good."

Then, she personally sent the doctor away, pushed open the ward door, took a deep breath, and walked in.

Even though she had mentally prepared herself, when she saw her younger brother covered with all sorts of medical instruments and tubes, his frail body seemed unable to bear the weight.

Meng Lan's nose inexplicably felt itchy.

Her younger brother is only just eighteen this year, he's still so young, why does he have to suffer so much

Menglan tiptoed to the bedside, carefully. Even though her brother was in a coma and couldn't hear anything, she still gently took care of him, using a cotton swab dipped in water to wipe his dry lips.

It's only been a few days.

Her younger brother, on the other hand, had lost a whole circle of weight.

Menglan, holding back tears, stood up and tucked the blanket for her younger brother. Suddenly, her fingers brushed against something hard.

Upon taking it out, I discovered that it was a notebook.

She didn't intend to invade her younger brother's privacy, and was just about to put the notebook on the bedside table when she heard a 'snap'. A sheet of paper slipped out from between the pages.

Bending down to pick it up, I saw the content on the paper was related to me:

My birthday is coming up soon, and the doctor asked me what I wished for. I wonder if it would really come true

Then I hope my elder sister spends more time with me.

I saw my elder sister today, she's very thin, she must have gone through a lot of hardships.

I will cooperate more with the doctor's treatment and recover as soon as possible to share the burden for my sister.

At the bottom of the paper is a cartoon illustration, a family portrait of four people, very warm and inviting.

Meng Lan stared silently at the contents on the paper, her nose inexplicably sour. Her long hair gently fell, covering most of her face, but tears still involuntarily rolled down her cheeks with a 'pat' sound.

The paper was immediately soaked, and she hurriedly wiped away her tears with her sleeve, sighing heavily.

For so many years, she had been running around, trying to earn enough medical expenses for her younger brother and also to break free from the confinement of the Kai Feng shepherd. She believed that as long as she protected her brother in a safe place, it was the best arrangement for him.

But he has never, truly tried to understand his thoughts, or consider what he really needs!

Meng Lan tightly grasped her younger brother's slender hand, pressing it against her cheek. Countless feelings of guilt surged within her.

Now that I think about it, she seems to have spent very little time with Liangliang... Watching as the surgery is about to take place.

If possible, all she wanted during this time was to make up for even a little.

Coming out of the ward, Uncle Zhao stood anxiously at the door. He walked up to her and inquired about the situation. Menglan smiled patiently as she explained everything to him. After leaving the back yard, she looked towards the European-style villa ahead, her steps faltering.

"Uncle Zhao, would you please take me to the main hall I want to wait for Mr. Feng to come home."

"Ah"

"I have something urgent to talk to him about."

As soon as the words left his mouth, Zhao Shu hurriedly replied, “Okay.” He dared not delay any longer and quickly led Menglan into the main hall of the villa.

Menglan stood at the door, looking out——

The villa was a three-story building, and looking at the luxurious and opulent furnishings, they were all familiar to her.

If you were an ordinary person, you would probably feel very familiar with it, like coming home.

But to her, it evoked a sense of aversion. She took a step back, instinctively wanting to flee.

At that time, Uncle Zhao immediately summoned several maids to take care of her, teaching them to respectfully call Menglan, "Miss."

Meng Lan forcibly pulled her thoughts back, remembering the task she had to complete, and steadied herself.

"I'm not some rich heiress anymore, just call me Menglan." She explained with a wry smile, then pulled a younger girl over. "Hello, could you take me to the kitchen"

"Huh" The girl was stunned, staring blankly at Zhao Shu.

Uncle Zhao furrowed his brows, "What's this..."

"Feng Mu probably will come back for dinner tonight, and since I'm free today, I want to make a soup for him to try."

Uncle Zhao, hearing that she was going to cook for Feng Mu herself, thought she was taking the initiative to mend their relationship. He was especially delighted and instructed the maid to take her to the kitchen.

Standing in the kitchen, she inquired about the use of the casserole dish from the maid.

She opened the refrigerator again and took out several vegetables and ingredients, then slowly tied an apron around her waist.

It had been a long time since she'd cooked. As she tied her hair up, Menglan stared at the cutting board before her, her movements suddenly halting, her expression faltering.

A lot of past scenes involuntarily flashed through my mind. She used to wait for Feng Mu at his house almost every morning before school, and she almost always spent holidays at Feng's house too.

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