Chapter 412 I Will Perform Surgery


    It was Boris!


    It was the voice of Boris!


    “Boris…” She uttered with difficulty, her voice quivering. “Boris… Where are you?”


    She remembered how Boris hadforted her when the car rushed down the hill.


    She remembered him crossing over from the driver’s seat, holding her tightly in his embrace.


    She remembered his warm,rge hands firmly sping her waist, assuring her that everything would


    be alright.


    She remembered when they jumped off the car, he held her in a tight embrace.


    She was here, but where was Boris?


    “Boris…” She couldn’t see, her body aching, unable to move. She could only whimper, not daring to


    think of anything, unwilling to think of anything, murmuring softly, “Boris… Please answer me…”


    “Mrs. Lewis!”


    Not far away, Nell, leading a group of people in search, spotted Ziana lying on the ground.


    Her front and back were secured with soft cushions, including her head, which appeared quiteical.


    But Nell immediately understood that it was to reduce the impact uponnding, providing protection to


    the vital organs.


    From the way these knots were tied, it could only be Mr. Lewis!


    Nell hurriedly approached and instructed the bodyguards to ce her on a stretcher.


    Unable to contain his worry, he anxiously asked, “Mrs. Lewis, is Mr. Lewis not with you? Didn’t he


    apany you?”


    “I don’t know.” Ziana shook her head. “We were together when we jumped off the car, but the impact of


    the crash was too intense, and I fainted. However, most likely, he should be nearby.”


    “Alright!”


    Nell signaled for someone to take her to the car and then led a group of people to continue the


    thorough search. in less than ten minutes, good news arrived. Yudel had found Boris!


    However. Boris’ condition was not optimistic.


    “He injured his head and bled profusely. I had someone stop the bleeding, but it would be best to get


    him to the hospital as soon as possible.”


    Subsequently, without dy, a group of people rushed in the car, taking both Ziana and Boris to the


    hospital.


    They both entered the emergency room.


    Ziana’s eyes were sprayed with alcohol.


    Fortunately, she was quick to evade, minimizing the exposure of her eyes, so the damage to her


    cornea and conjunctiva was rtively minor, resulting in temporary blindness.


    This was a stroke of luck amid misfortune.


    After the doctor repeatedly flushed her eyes with a solution for an hour, she finally could discern blurry


    figures before her.


    The doctor applied medication to her eyes, followed by wrapping both of her eyes with bandages,


    instructing. “You’ll need to continue the medication for three more days. Stick to a light diet during


    this period. If the recovery is swift, three days should suffice.”


    Apart from her eyes, she felt pain throughout her body due to minor fractures in her arms and legs.


    As for the vital organs, such as the heart and lungs, they were intact.


    All of this relied on those soft cushions.


    “What about him? How is he?” Ziana asked.


    The doctor sighed. “Inparison, his condition is much more severe.”


    Ziana’s hand clenched suddenly as she asked in a low voice, “What… What do you mean?”


    “He used all the cushions to secure you, but he had no protective measures. So when he fell from a


    height, his head suffered a direct impact, resulting in slight deformation of the skull and intracranial


    hematoma.”


    Intracranial hematoma!


    This was a very dangerous situation!


    It could cause consciousness disorders and, in severe cases, endanger life!


    “What’s the current situation? Where exactly is the hematoma located? Howrge is the volume of the


    hematoma? Which path does the fracture line follow?”


    Upon initially hearing her inquiries, the doctor assumed she was merely concerned. However, as he


    heard the subsequent questions, he quickly realized that she was knowledgeable about the subject.


    His demeanor became more serious as he addressed Ziana, saying, “Based on the CT scan, the


    hematoma is currently of moderate size. We have taken measures to address it. However, if left to


    continue bleeding, it will inevitably exert pressure on other nerves in the brain, potentially leading to


    severe consequences, even a vegetative state.”


    Ziana furrowed her brow and asked, “Why not perform the surgery promptly?”


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    “The fracture line poses a significant risk due to its precarious location. The only qualified surgeon in


    Japera City who can perform this procedure is currently studying abroad. Our credentials are


    insufficient, but we are actively searching for other physicians in the hopes of finding assistance for the


    surgery as soon as possible.”


    After a moment of contemtion, Ziana stated. “I will perform this surgery.”