Seeing how stubborn he was, Luo Lan suddenly stopped what he was doing, turned to look at him, raised his eyes slightly, and said sharply:

"Since you don't believe me, just take him away."

After saying that, she turned around, fluttered her sleeves and prepared to leave.

Seeing that she was really going to leave, Leng Zian suddenly panicked. Now Xiaozhi's legs had already entered the gate of hell. When he saw that Xiaozhi was not breathing, he had given up any hope. Now she said that she could save him.

How could he miss this opportunity? Even if he was a dead horse, he should let her try it.

So he quickly stepped forward to hold her, looked at her with pleading eyes mixed with pity, and begged her in a hoarse voice,

"As long as you can save him, I can do whatever you want. I won't bother you. I believe in you. I'll leave now. I'll leave now."

After saying this, he waved his hand and shouted to everyone:

"Everyone get out."

Everyone present heard his words and stepped out one after another, and the door was immediately closed.

Seeing that they finally left, Luo Lan waved her hand, and the operating room she carried with her suddenly appeared in front of her.

Xiaozhi's current condition is very critical. Judging from the appearance, he has been strangled to cause apnea, brain hypoxia and insufficient intracranial blood supply. If he is not rescued in time, there is a possibility of cardiac arrest at any time.

Luo Lan quickly put him into the hyperbaric oxygen chamber, put on an oxygen mask, put him on a ventilator, gave him a shot of cardiotonic, and then started using an external defibrillator on him.

After an operation, Xiaozhi's condition did not improve. Looking at the ups and downs of the breathing rate on the ventilator, her brows knitted into a straight line.

All these treatments have no obvious effect. The last hope now is to perform a tracheotomy on him and inject resuscitation drugs into his body through the trachea to ensure that he can breathe smoothly and prevent him from suffocating to death.

Time was running out, Luo Lan did not dare to pause for a moment, and quickly entered the tense state of surgery.

Her brows were furrowed. She was worried that Xiaozhi would not be able to be cured, and at the same time she was worried that even if he was cured, it would leave him with irreversible sequelae.

The operation lasted for four hours. It was not until dark that she felt Xiaozhi's weak breathing from the ventilator. She felt relieved when she saw that the breathing rate on the monitor slowly became normal.

He came down a little, but this does not guarantee that Xiaozhi will wake up smoothly. It can only mean that his life is temporarily saved.

She did not move him out of the hyperbaric oxygen chamber, but gave him a refreshing and calming drug before leaving the operating room.

She knew that there must be many people waiting for her outside at this time, so she had to go out and report a message.

Sure enough, when she opened the door, the dark night was already brightly illuminated by torches and oil lamps, and Leng Zian came directly to greet him, anxiously asking with expectation in his eyes:

"How's it going? Can Xiaozhi be saved?"

Luo Lan pursed her lips tightly, looked at Leng Zian seriously, frowned and said:

"His life has been saved for the time being, but he has lost spontaneous breathing for too long. There is no guarantee when or whether he will wake up. Perhaps, he will never wake up."

Hearing this, Leng Zi'an became anxious. He wanted to squeeze in and kept shouting, "I don't believe it. I want to go see him."

But he was stopped by Luo Lan, "It's useless for you to keep arguing like this. You saw his situation clearly just now. It's not easy to save his life now. As for when he will wake up, or whether he will wake up, we can only

It depends on God’s will.”

Hearing this, Leng Zian's face turned pale and his body swayed. Duo Sheng, who was standing behind him, rushed over to support him.

He covered his head with one hand and muttered helplessly,

"What sin have I, Leng Zian, done? I have just found my son and am about to be separated from him. God, why are you so cruel?"

Before he finished speaking, this aloof man, this one-foot-eight man, suddenly knelt down in the room where his son was, beating his chest and looking up to the sky, shouting urgently,

"God, please let my son wake up. Let me bear all the sins alone. Don't let anything happen to my son."

His cry resounded through the sky, instantly bringing people into the cold valley. Everyone present felt a burst of sadness in their hearts and burst into tears.

Seeing this, Duosheng hurriedly went to help him while choking, "My lord, please get up. The ground is cold. God sees your sincerity and will definitely keep the young prince safe and sound."

He shook off Duo Sheng's hands, shook his head vigorously, beat his head with both hands, and murmured anxiously,

"If I don't get up, I will kneel here and wait for my son to wake up. If he doesn't wake up, I will accompany him to death."

Her words made Luo Lan feel sour in her heart. Although she tried her best to control it, she could not stop the cold tears from falling.

At this time, Leng Zian was not the arrogant King of Zhennan, nor was he the general who was galloping to kill. He was just a father, a father who was worried about the safety of his son.

Seeing that he was a little excited, Leng Yu rushed forward to comfort him.

"Uncle Emperor, it's useless for you to kneel here, and it's not worth hurting your body. Get up!"

"No……"

Leng Zian shook his head vigorously, "If Xiaozhi doesn't wake up, I won't get up."

Luo Lan can understand his mood, and everyone present can understand it. Xiaozhi is his only son, and his father-son relationship has just begun. How can he accept that he suddenly lies in bed with his life and death unknown?

Luo Lan sighed, slowly raised his tone, and slowly spoke to comfort:

"Uncle Emperor, what you have to do now is not to kneel here to pray for Xiaozhi's safety, but to protect your body and wait for Xiaozhi to wake up and let him see a intact father."

Hearing what she said, Leng Zian pursed his lips, shook his head again, and said in a hoarse voice:

"In all these years, I have never spent time with him properly. Now that I have a chance to spend time with him, he lies there motionless. It's all my fault. If I had personally accompanied him when he went to the latrine, perhaps this wouldn't have happened.

Something has happened, so I must accompany him."

Seeing how stubborn he was, Luo Lan sighed and continued to comfort him:

"Uncle Emperor, I just told you that Xiaozhi's condition is not very good, but his life can be saved, so it is useless for you to kneel like this, and God will not be particularly merciful to him just because you kneel for a long time.

Whether he can survive or not depends entirely on his own will. I think Xiaozhi is a strong and smart child, and he will definitely be able to survive this. You go back and rest for a while, and come back to accompany him during the day tomorrow, otherwise you, an elder
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