"Let me tell you about the situation! Currently, the patient's vital signs are very dangerous and he has been declared in critical condition. I do not recommend surgery because the success rate of surgery is very low."

"Doctor, please. My son is only eighteen years old. You must think of a way."

The child's mother immediately knelt down, hugged the deputy director's calf, and cried bitterly.

His father's face also showed sadness, "A loving mother often fails. If you hadn't gone along with him in everything, how could he have suffered such a big loss?"

"What time is it! We have to save the child. Otherwise, let's transfer him to another hospital? Let's go to the provincial hospital."

Pan Yang reminded, "Based on the patient's current condition, he won't be able to survive that time!"

The deputy chief physician added at this time, "Without craniotomy to stop the bleeding and reduce pressure within half an hour, he will probably die directly."

"If you don't have surgery, you will die. After surgery, although the hope is slim, there is at least a chance of surviving, right?"

The deputy chief physician did not respond.

He doesn't have the confidence to perform craniotomy surgery!

He wished that his family would take the initiative to request transfer to another hospital.

Zhao Yuan saw the problem and said, "Director Pan, we can't hesitate any longer. Let us have eight groups!"

Pan Yang glanced at Zhao Yuan in surprise, "How sure are you?"

Zhao Yuan did not answer directly, but sincerely promised the patient's parents, "We will do our best."

The mother was hesitant because she felt Zhao Yuan was too young.

My father made a prompt decision.

He saw it.

Although the older doctor was the deputy director of neurosurgery, he was hesitant and hesitant to speak, and it seemed that he was not sure of solving the problem.

As for the younger doctors, regardless of their level, at least they have the courage to take on the responsibility.
Chapter completed!