Chapter 69:30% success rate of surgery

A few doctors studied the data on the picture with serious expressions on their faces.

"This can only be done through surgery."

"That's right. There's only one way to do this right now."

"Then let's discuss it with the parents. We'll do the surgery in a few days."

"..."

Ling Jue almost flipped the instrument on her head when she heard that. Surgery, my ass. Her illness, Tang Yuan, could treat it. She did not want to make a few cuts on her stomach.

"Lord Jue, they want to cut you," Tang Yuan returned and said mockingly as it crawled into her ear stud.

"Lord Jue, they're going to cut off your stomach and your lungs. Can you bear it?"

"No, so I've decided to throw you and them into boiling water."

Tang Yuan: "..." It felt wronged...

When Ling Jue was pushed out, she looked at the doctors coldly. "I won't do the surgery."

"You're underage. Let your father do the talking." Doctor Jack looked at him helplessly. "You're still young. You don't know how serious the situation is."

"What's the success rate of the surgery?"

"Thirty percent. We need to find a suitable organ to replace it." Doctor Jack looked at his stern expression and told him the real situation.

The corner of Ling Jue's mouth twitched. In other words, she had a 100% chance of surviving, but they had to make it so that she only had a 30% chance of surviving?

Then what was the point of it!

"I definitely won't do the surgery." She walked out angrily and saw Ling Zhensheng waiting outside. He was on the phone at the moment. When he saw Ling Jue come out, he quickly hung up and walked over. "Xiao Jue, what's wrong?"

"They want me to do the surgery, but the success rate of the surgery is only thirty percent. I don't want to die on the operating table, so I definitely won't do the surgery!" Ling Jue was like a rebellious child as she walked quickly toward the elevator.

Ling Zhensheng felt a little sad when he saw Ling Jue like this. It was all his fault that the child had become like this.

He turned around and walked into the examination room. He wanted to talk to the doctor.

...

Ling Jue walked downstairs and looked at the two nurses who were chatting. She asked calmly, "Is there a phone here that can be used?"

"Wow, this young man is so handsome."

"He's really a handsome young man. He's really too handsome."

"..."

"Can I borrow your phone?" Although she was 175 centimeters tall, she had a handsome face. Her cold face did not have any power in front of these two people.

"Sure." A nurse took out her phone and gave it to her.

"Thank you," Ling Jue said dryly and dialed the number.

"Hello?"

"Come to the hospital. I'll wait for you in the lobby the last time. It's the fastest way."

"Who are you?"

"Your Lord Jue."

"..."

Ling Jue hung up the phone and returned it to the nurse. She sat down on a bench far away from them and waited.

She had only waited for a few minutes when the man appeared in her eyes. She stood up and walked towards him.

"Bo... Lord Jue, what did you call me for?" He looked at her breathlessly. He had wanted to address her as boss... Wu...

Ling Jue handed him the card. "Go to the hospital and buy me some bottled Aspergillus. I know you have a way."

Aspergillus was also a kind of medicine. If put into a petri dish, it would turn into a pile of bacteria visible to the naked eye.

"How do you know I know someone from this hospital?" Gu Ziming was surprised. He suddenly felt that he was really mysterious.

"I have a way. Go quickly. I'll wait for you here."

"How much?"

"Two bottles first. Ask him to prepare more for me. We can discuss the price."

"Okay." Gu Ziming took the card, raised his eyebrows, and quickly went upstairs.