Wu Yong's surgery was over, and the other shrapnel in his body had been removed, save for the piece lodged deep within his cranium.
The conditions were not yet right to perform a craniotomy.
This was the Xia Country of that era, traversing a difficult period of development amidst blockades from all sides, eventually convening the grand congress and beginning to open its doors to the outside world. This monumental shift in policy was slowly transforming the lives of its people.
"Xiao Tang, try not to be too upset."
Watching Tang Ning grow more silent by the day, President Qin assumed she was worrying over the patient and let out a helpless sigh. "We have already done our utmost. As for the rest, we can only leave it to fate. A doctor's vocation is to heal the wounded and rescue the dying, but we are not omnipotent; where a patient's life ends is not something we can decide. You've worked here for so many years now, you should understand that."
"I know, President Qin. I just want to try one more time."
Tang Ning raised her head, her distinct black-and-white eyes remaining clear and resolute. "I promised to save him, and I want to give it a try."
Tang Ning instructed the nurses to read the newspaper and books to Wu Yong every year, and she herself stopped by to see him every day, speaking a word or two to him, hoping that perhaps he might wake up.
It was not entirely unheard of for people with shrapnel in their brains to retain full mobility; Wu Yong was neither the most unu…
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