Dr. Zhan exchanged a glance with the attending physician, then looked at Mrs. Cheng and Dong Xin Yan, sighed softly, and slowly shook his head, "I'm sorry, Mr. Cheng Ziyang's condition is worse than I imagined. The possibility of surgical repair is almost zero, so I don't recommend surgery. It would be better to communicate well with the patient and let him accept this fact."
When Dr. Zhan sighed and shook his head, Dong Xin Yan already knew the situation wouldn't be good, but when she actually heard him say these words, she stood there, her body suddenly stiffening, feeling icy cold, as if she had been instantly plunged into the coldest hell.
She couldn't believe it, she didn't dare to believe it, her hands suddenly grabbed Dr. Zhan's sleeve tightly, her voice trembling, shaking violently, "Doctor, can't you check again, check a bit more clearly, Ziyang's leg, it can't just be lost like this, I'm begging you to help him, I'm begging you..."
