Love Began with the First Meeting novel Chapter 828

Eric's face was getting heavier and heavier. He thought, 'So she has septicemia, and the bad blood cells in her body are eating the good ones thanks to her coma, and if they can't reverse it...' He shut down the thought, and asked earnestly, "What are her chances, then?"

The doctor thought for a while, and at last said grimly, "Thirty percent."

"What? That low?" Eric frowned at once.

"That's if she's lucky." That meant the success rate could be lower. Meanwhile, the doctor's face was also extremely heavy. Because Wing was staying in their hospital, the Dragon Empire Group had also provided unprecedented funding for the hospital for the past two years. As a result, the hospital had completed a lot of stagnant research projects. So the hospital was particularly concerned about Wing's illness. He hoped it wouldn't get as bad as it had today. He sighed again and continued, "Now, it mainly depends on Miss Long's willpower. If her will to survive is strong enough, she might recover--or at least garner better odds. "

As Eric looked at the doctor who was nodding to emphasize his meaning, he asked gravely, "Can you arrange a private phone line to the operating room?"

The man thought for a moment, nodding and said, "Yes! You all can talk to her. Maybe your voice will help her pull through this. We can arrange this through a conference call hub."

Eric nodded as he listened to the doctor and said, "I'll arrange it now."

"All right," Eric stood up and said sincerely, "Thank you. Hope it won't be too much trouble for you."

After the doctor said "no trouble at all," he saw Eric out, and picked up the phone on his desk to get IT on this. Doing this without damage to the patient wouldn't be easy.

In the surgery observation room, under the guidance of nurses, Brian and the other guys walked into the room, standing in front of the glass window. Looking down slightly, they could clearly see Wing, covered with green surgical isolation cloth and other medical workers in purplish suits, who were calmly and nervously performing the procedure. They were gripped with the flurry of activity.