The Supreme Soldier King of the Lady CEO

Chapter 592: Chapter 578 Huang Yan’s Conspiracy

Beside him, the attending physician in a white coat was explaining Su Zhiqiang’s condition to Ye Huan.

"Alright, I understand, thank you." Ye Huan thanked him.

As he watched the physician leave, he was quite surprised.

Su Zhiqiang’s will to survive was indeed shockingly strong.

With fractures everywhere, severe internal bleeding, and brain hemorrhage, he still clung to life.

In Ye Huan’s estimation, the chances of Su Zhiqiang making it to the hospital and surviving were only 1%.

Unexpectedly, the improbable 1% had become reality.

Ye Huan glanced into the ICU ward, instantly discerning the specifics of Su Zhiqiang’s physical condition.

His brain was nearly completely dead, even a deity couldn’t save him now.

It’s feared that Su Zhiqiang would never regain consciousness in this life, staying in a vegetative state, half-alive, half-dead.

After the initial shock, Ye Huan sighed inwardly.

If Su Zhiqiang hadn’t pushed things to such an extreme, repeatedly challenging Huan Ge’s limits, repeatedly angering Huan Ge, repeatedly trying to put Huan Ge to death, Huan Ge, considering he was Su Qingqing’s older brother, wouldn’t have acted so harshly.

Even if Su Zhiqiang had shown the slightest hint of repentance in the end, Ye Huan wouldn’t have sought to end him.

What a pity.

Even at the last moment, all Su Zhiqiang did was plead for mercy, without the slightest realization of his own mistakes.

The indulgent and extravagant life in the Capital City, and the alluring power, had completely corrupted and transformed Su Zhiqiang, turning him from a simple and honest person into a sinister and ruthless one.

Ye Huan sighed and shook his head, then glanced at Song Yanhong and Su Qingqing.

Gazing at them, Ye Huan really didn’t know how to comfort them.

"Ye Huan, is...is it true, my brother really can’t...can’t wake up?" Su Qingqing asked, her face complex, her beautiful eyes somewhat tearful.

She knew Ye Huan’s medical skills were exceptional, thus she asked.

Ye Huan shook his head, saying, "Your brother’s brain cells are nearly all dead due to the intracranial hemorrhage, the hope of revival is very slim."

The situation was dire, but he didn’t say it absolutely hopeless.

"He was perfectly fine this morning, how did this suddenly happen!"

her

"Qingqing, don’t worry."

have no hope, but that doesn’t mean

contacting foreign experts,

interjected to

Zhiqiang had mentioned on the phone

had no fond feelings

Huang Yan felt a

"Ring-ring-ring."

phone rang, breaking

contacted a doctor? What, Dr.

her voice loud as if afraid others wouldn’t

Dr. An Lei?

Ye Huan frowned slightly.

name seemed somewhat familiar to

specialist, renowned worldwide as an expert in treating vegetative patients? They say even the

life, what does

said harshly, hanging up and starting to

Huan frowned

had advised a

his guidance, that old fellow had risen from a small professor

I..." Huang Yan sat beside Song Yanhong, feigning excitement, holding Song Yanhong’s hand, said, "I’ve contacted a foreign brain expert named An Lei. Dr. An Lei is regarded as an expert of experts globally, with profound insights into treating vegetative patients; he’s

"What!"

face

"Really."

channels, overcoming many difficulties to reach

"But fortunately..."

breath, a sly glint in her eyes, saying, "I’ve managed to get in touch with him and successfully invited his assistance; by tomorrow, he’ll arrive in the Huaxia Capital

the doctor, Song

the glimmer of

face frowned again: "Yan Yan, two million US

as long as Zhiqiang can get better, what’s spending a little money?

recently got pregnant with Brother Ma...pregnant with Zhiqiang’s baby; we can’t

her eyes gleamed with

she hadn’t contacted any Dr. An Lei; she simply inquired many brain and neurology experts about Su Zhiqiang’s

negative; even a god would find it

experts, indeed, was Dr.

An Lei himself came, it would be impossible to save Su

his brain cells were dead, what could

Huaxia Coin is

spend such a vast amount

just a foreign fat man, to put on