Gong Shaoying was standing before the operating table. When he saw her, he summoned her over.
"Alice."
"Yes."
"This is my grandson. I'll leave him to you. You must save him!"
Alice was stunned for some time. It was only when Gong Shaoying's cold gaze fell on her that she hurriedly nodded. "I understand."
She dared not disobey Gong Shaoying's orders.
Before she arrived, her subordinates had already carried out a series of detailed tests on the child. Besides a few external injuries, a moderate concussion, and slight intracranial damage, the child's various functions could be said to be very poor.
How poor?
If these conditions did not improve, he would not live past the age of 20.
This was not an exaggeration.
The medical elites at Hurricane Group's headquarters were definitely the best in the world.
Basically, this was a conservative estimate they made. 20 years was a relatively optimistic situation.
