A little over ten minutes later, Catherine's father had arrived at Lin Qi's Private Airport and was taken to the best hospital in the suburbs of Bu Peien in less than ten minutes.
The thoracoabdominal surgery specialists from the five major medical groups had all gathered. After a brief diagnosis, they immediately began the operation.
Catherine's father had been shot three times in the chest and abdomen, causing internal bleeding. During the flight to Bu Peien, the doctors there had already performed preliminary hemostasis, but they had not intervened any further.
Even that simplest measure of stopping the bleeding, however, had allowed the Old Gentleman to reach the operating room alive.
Only vast amounts of money could create such a spectacle: the Federation's top thoracoabdominal surgery specialists working together on one operation.
Under normal circumstances, it was extremely difficult to schedule surgery with these doctors. Patients might have to wait several months. But today, all it had taken was a phone call for them to set aside everything they were doing and gather here.
Lin Qi, Catherine, and Catherine's mother all waited outside the operating room. Several hours passed before the lights in the operating room finally went out completely.
Several experts came out with smiles on their faces, looking relaxed. This eased Catherine considerably.
Before Lin Qi could ask, the doctor at the front took the initiative to explain the operation. "The surgery was very successful. We found all the bullets and fragments and removed them from the patient's body."
"His liver and left lung lobe were seriously injured. We removed the parts that could not be salvaged."
"His vital signs are currently stable. If nothing goes wrong, he should wake up before noon tomorrow."
"From here on, Dr. ... and Dr. ... will be responsible for monitoring him..."