The mask was shot off, my husband, you are the king of spy wars

The level of attention paid to this matter by superiors and subordinates exceeded the dean's imagination.

Leaders arrived one after another, constantly instructing the dean to do his best to rescue the patient.

The one with the highest official position was a boss from northwest Shanxi. He came to the hospital and reported to the director in person. The boss also provided medicines that were usually priceless on the market.

While the boss was talking with the dean, Liu Changkong in the hospital and the commanders who had arrived from several other cities saluted and stood straight, not daring to slack off for a moment.

Liu Changkong was also trembling. He didn't expect...this person would come.

Lin Xia's injuries were far beyond his imagination.

But the boss was busy with military affairs and only stayed for a short while before leaving. He kept looking back at the operating room as he walked away.

The boss waved his hand to signal everyone not to send off.

"Boss, take care!"

Liu Changkong stood at the hospital gate again and watched the boss leave from afar.

No one expected that Lin Xia's influence would be so great.

The dean convened an emergency meeting and continued to adjust the treatment plan.

In the conference room inside the hospital, a group of department heads, including the dean, sat at a long table.

"Dean, the patient's condition is really a bit tricky."

"The heart, lungs, liver, and kidneys all suffered varying degrees of trauma. One of the wounds even destroyed the heart tissue..."

"This...can't possibly regenerate the necrotic tissue in that part of the heart, right?"

"Yes, Dean."

"We have tried several surgeries, but we have not been able to stop the disease from getting worse."

"Dean."

"I'd like to ask..."

"What is the origin of this patient?"

"Yes, Dean, if it was a normal patient, we would have given up on treatment long ago."

...

Several department heads present spoke up, their faces filled with confusion, dullness, and bewilderment.

The dean sighed softly and said, "No."

"Treatment is necessary."

"Use the best medicine!"

"If it's surgery..."

"Get ready for one last surgery. If it doesn't work, our hospital will have done its best."

"As for who..."

...

Just as the dean hesitated, Director Li poked his head out and said common-sensely, "Could it be... a group leader?"

A director nearby retorted, "That's not right."

"Our hospital has received a regimental commander before, so he must be a brigade commander at least."

...

While several people were arguing, the dean said, "Okay."

"In short, just give it good treatment. A doctor should be kind-hearted."

"One last reminder, he's very likely the offspring of a certain leader, so he's extremely involved."

"Don't be negligent. This is the only chance for our hospital to achieve great success."

As soon as the words fell, everyone was shocked!

"It's the Dean!"

"Yes!"

...

The operation took a whole day...

But in the end...the bad news came.

At noon on the second day, the sun was shining brightly.

Liu Changkong brought people to the hospital early, along with Hu Meir, Xiao Aqiao and others. About dozens of people were quietly guarding the door of the operating room.

Everyone was sweating and clenching their fists.

Half an hour later, the door of the operating room was opened and the director came out. He was also an excellent surgeon who participated in the operation.

The moment he stepped out of the operating room, everyone rushed over to him, especially Hu Meir who rushed to the front.

With anxiety and expectation on his face, he said hurriedly: "How is it, Dean!"

The dean had a gloomy look on his face, his eyes had lost their luster, and he lowered his head slightly as if ashamed.

He sighed softly, "I'm sorry, Commander Liu, Miss Hu."

"The surgery...did not go as planned."

"The patient...is dying."

hum...

In an instant, it was like a bomb exploded in everyone's mind.

The moment Hu Meir heard this, she collapsed to the ground and was finally helped up by Xiao Aqiao.

Liu Changkong paused and stood there in a daze, as if one or two souls had been sucked out of him.

"Lin...Lin Xia..."

"how come..."

"Get off!"

"Lin Xia!"

...

The next second, Hu Meir pushed the dean aside and rushed into the operating room.

At this moment, the patient was lying on the bed dying.

Lin Xia was wearing a blue and white striped hospital gown, lying on the bed, and it was hard to tell whether she was awake or asleep.

The half-open eyes and pale face are heartbreaking to see.

Hu Meir grabbed Lin Xia's hand, and tears the size of soybeans fell uncontrollably on the hospital bed.

"Lin Xia...Lin Xia..."

"you..."

"You can't have any problems, you can't have any problems, you can't..."

"You have done so much for the spy war. You are a hero of Binjiang City and a hero of South City."

"You can't die..."

As she spoke, she shook her head, as if she could not accept the fact before her.

...

Outside the operating room.

The dean reported the details of the injury to Liu Changkong...

"Commander Liu, I'm sorry."

"We... tried our best."

Commander Liu seemed to have no choice but to accept this unacceptable fact.

"okay, I get it."

"But...does he only have these few days left to live? Will there be...a miracle?"

The dean shook his head, his expression extremely heavy.

"This is already the maximum expected result. Mr. Lin's heart is damaged, and his other organs have also been damaged to varying degrees."

"If it were an ordinary person, I would have already..."

"Unless a god descends to earth, it's impossible to regenerate organs, right? This doesn't conform to medical principles."

"Your condolences."

"okay, I get it."

...

Liu Changkong, who knew all of this, had no choice but to accept it. He walked into the operating room with heavy steps.

Just then, Lin Xia slowly opened his eyes, his face pale, as if he had aged several years.

"Mei'er, Commander Liu." Lin Xia spoke slowly, her dry and bloodless lips looking unusually weak.

Liu Changkong sat aside and said, "Kid...talk less and have a good rest."

"The doctor said... you'll be well soon. The operation was a success."

"Just rest assured and take care of it. Now the entire South City is under our control. You are the hero of South City."

Lin Xia lay quietly on the hospital bed and smiled slightly when she heard Liu Changkong say that, but her smile was so bitter.

"Okay, don't lie to me, Master."

"The operation failed... I know that very well."

"I guess... I don't have much time left to live..."

The pain caused by the body cannot be faked, and he knows very well what his body is like.

Lin Xia looked at Hu Meir again and couldn't help but smile.

"Red Cicada..."

"You hid it really well."