The success rate of surgery is less than half.

If the King of Li Kingdom really died in their hands, the consequences would be... unthinkable.

More than a dozen doctors all sweated for themselves.

In the corridor, nurses ran to work for the first time.

A doctor handed the examination report to Dr. Carl: "What do you think?"

Doctor Carl took it and smiled helplessly: "Do we have a choice? We can only take a gamble."

At this time, Dean Xing walked into the conference room.

Everyone stood up together.

Fortunately, the dean asked: "How is the situation?"

Everyone looked at each other, and no one answered aloud. Seeing everyone's solemn expressions, the dean knew that the situation was not optimistic.

"No matter what, the operation is now!"

Upon hearing Dean Xing's words, none of the doctors at the scene moved.

Fortunately, the dean put his hands on the table and lowered his head: "The king opened the phone just now, let us save King Mu. This is not a matter of saving, please everyone!"

"Let's go."

Knowing the seriousness of the situation, everyone walked out of the meeting room mightily.

In the end, three of the most authoritative and experienced doctors were selected for the operation, and other doctors waited and watched and provided new rescue plans at any time.

In the villa.

Ye Jiao stood at the door of the room, facing several guards.

She was full of anxiety and anger: "Let me in, I want to talk to her!"

Several guards blocked the door tightly: "Sorry, sister Jiao, we want to protect her personal safety."

"Protect her?" Ye Jiao suddenly laughed: "She made the king's life hang by a thread, so you still want to protect her?!"

"This is King Mu's order."

Ye Jiao's face froze, and she stared at incredible eyes: "It's this time...he still wants to protect her?!"

Several guards did not speak.

Ye Jiao roared: "Send someone to take me to the gate of life and death! Hurry up!"

The guard still shook his head: "Sorry, King Mu is in this situation, we can't do anything for the time being."

Ye Jiao hugged her head tightly, going crazy in a hurry.

In the early morning, Yunci slowly opened his eyes, and a ray of sunlight shone in from outside the window, and the sky was particularly clear.

It seems that she hasn't slept so peacefully for a long time.

Sitting up, the quilt on the ground is still there, and the blood has dried up.

At this time, the room was opened, and a servant walked into the room with breakfast. The servant put the breakfast on the table, and then tremblingly rolled up the quilt on the floor.

"Is he dead?" Yun Ci asked suddenly.

The servant was taken aback, looked up at Yunci, and hurriedly looked away, without speaking.

"I'm asking you, is he dead!" Yun Ci repeated it again in a cold voice.

The servant replied with fear and sincerity: "Listen... I heard that it's still in my hands."

Still in hand?

Yun Ci tilted his head and looked out the window.

How many hours have it been?

Is there a possibility of being rescued if you are still undergoing surgery?

If sent to any hospital, he should be sentenced to death directly.

But if you send it to the gate of life and death, it's not necessarily.

Yunci was locked in the room and could not get any news from the outside world. The more she waited, the more upset she became, because the longer the time, the more likely he was to live.

If he is dead, the villa shouldn't be so quiet.

It was not until the evening when the servant came to deliver dinner that Yunci found an opportunity to ask.

Still the same question: "Is he dead?"

The servant replied tremblingly: "The operation ended at noon. The operation was successful. I heard that... there is still a dangerous period to pass. If you can wake up, it will be considered really fine."