Chapter 728 - 728 The person who fears surgery the most 728

Chapter 728: The person who fears surgery the most [728] Chapter 728: The person who fears surgery the most [728] Zhao Huaming said he was going home to find documents to confirm whether or not his grandson needed surgery. Days passed, but there was no word.

“Didn’t you talk to Director Tang and Old Zhao?” Cao Yong asked when he heard their conversation.

“Teacher Tao did ask Director Tang to talk about it, and he promised to give us a prompt response,” He Guangyou replied.

“Call Professor Zhao again and tell him we can’t delay this any longer,” Tao Zhijie said to the people below.

Midway through the meal, the patient had to return to the hospital. The doctors, too, were unable to finish their meal.

Grabbing his car keys, Cao Yong instructed Zhu Huicang, “Stay here and help me with the guests. I will go back to the hospital with them to check on the situation.”

Zhu Huicang knew he was going back for his beloved junior sister and nodded, pushing his glasses: No problem.

Several doctors rushed the ill Student Zhao downstairs to get into the car and return to the hospital.

Upon receiving the message, Zhao Zhaowei’s mother, Mrs. Zhao, was the first to rush back to the hospital. She said, “His grandfather never told us that he needed surgery.” It seemed that the Zhao Family all followed Zhao Huaming’s advice. Indeed, everyone knew that Zhao Huaming was an expert in the field.

Tao Zhijie’s usually gentle face seldomly turned grave as he spoke to the family members, “We discussed this with Professor Zhao a few days ago. We had already recommended that he agree to the exploratory surgery for the patient as soon as possible.”

“But his father doesn’t know how serious it is. He’s working out of town and hasn’t come back. Is it up to me to sign now, or should we call his grandfather back?” Mrs. Zhao looked somewhat bewildered. “The words his grandfather said to us before weren’t like this. He told us it wasn’t serious, that we could just give injections and continue observing.”

“The moment we stop the injections, it becomes unmanageable. We can’t keep giving him injections indefinitely. Continuing will cause drug resistance and ineffectiveness. Moreover, given the speed of this illness’s progression, it’s very possible he may be in great danger at any moment if we don’t quickly determine the cause.”

Mrs. Zhao felt the seriousness in his tone, and her legs went weak like noodles: “His grandfather never mentioned any of this. If he had said so earlier, we would have been prepared to let him undergo surgery immediately. His grandfather is a surgeon; how could we be afraid of letting the child have surgery?”

It was obviously Zhao Huaming who feared his grandson’s surgery.

In the real world, there are only two kinds of people who fear surgery.

One is those with no medical knowledge, who believe everything they hear and are terrified at the mere mention of how dreadful surgery can be.

The other is like Zhao Huaming, a doctor who knows too much, which in turn makes him fearful.

The difference between the two is that the former are afraid of undergoing surgery themselves, while the latter are even more afraid of seeing their loved ones in surgery.

After Mrs. Zhao’s series of remarks, He Guangyou, standing behind Tao Zhijie, touched his forehead: Who would have thought that expert Zhao Huaming would be so fearful.

Is it because he’s getting older? Some elder professors are like this—when they’re older, nearing death, they become excessively fearful of life.

It’s possible that Zhao Huaming himself is not afraid of death, but he cannot accept the death of his descendants.

Young people are like the rising sun, unlike the elderly who are the fading twilight. Young people represent the hope of the elders after they are gone. The sight of white-haired people sending off those with black hair is considered the utmost sorrow in the world, as it destroys the hope of the elders.

And Zhao Zhaowei was Zhao Huaming’s own grandson whom he raised to inherit his career.

Every time he thought about this, Zhao Huaming would tremble uncontrollably, unable to control his own reasoning. Day after day, the situation dragged on, hoping against hope for a miracle in his young grandson.

Instead of a miracle, the worst possible call arrived.