The First Affiliated Hospital of Yunhai Medical University is a large comprehensive Class A hospital in China and the best hospital in the surrounding area of ​​Yunhai City.

After testing, taking pictures, and various examinations, a thick stack of examination sheets finally came to Dr. Dai.

He is an expert professor in the neurology, and he is praised for his medical ethics and skills. However, facing Cheng Shuang's condition, he looked embarrassed.

Dr. Dai looked at the checklist in his hand, shook his head, and sighed: "In this case, you can only do a period of Chinese medicine for a while. If it improves, there is a possibility of complete cure."

This old doctor did not conceal his sister's condition. Generally speaking, doctors can charge a certain amount of kickbacks when prescribing medicine. Even if there is no problem, even if they know that it will not work, they will prescribe several pairs of expensive medicines.

But Dr. Dai believes that no matter what medicine is prescribed, it will probably not have a good effect.

"The patient's condition is very complicated, and the nerves on the calf are basically all necrotic. Fortunately, you took proper care and did not cause pathological atrophy of the calf muscles. But... I really have no good idea in this situation."

Dr. Dai told the truth and showed guilt.

Li Dongmei was unwilling to accept the current result... She has treated Cheng Shuang in the past six months. No matter what kind of hospital, doctor or medicine, it actually has no significant effect. Of course, she knows that the possibility of complete cure is very low, but she still has a glimmer of hope in her heart.

However, when Dr. Dai, a neurological authority, also sentenced to death, Li Dongmei suddenly couldn't bear it anymore.

She sighed, and she sat on the stool without moving as if she was venting her energy.

At this time, there were only four people in the house, Shi Jia, Li Dongmei, Cheng Guoshun and Dr. Dai. Cheng Shuang was still outside.

Cheng Guoshun's face was extremely painful and asked repeatedly: "Doctor Dai, is there really no possibility of healing?" As Cheng Shuang's biological father, he could not imagine how fatal the news of losing hope would bring to Cheng Shuang...

The reason why Cheng Shuang remains optimistic is because she firmly believes that her legs can be cured, that she can still recover to what she used to be, and then get into a good university...do what she likes to do.

Dr. Dai understood the feelings of the patients' families. Although he has been in the medical field for many years and has seen a lot of this kind of thing, he still cannot be as dedicated as other doctors. Whenever he faces such a moment, he always feels very uncomfortable.

He thought about it, tore off a piece of paper from the medical record book, took out the pen in his pocket, wrote a name and contact information on it, and then handed the paper to Cheng Guoshun, saying: "This is the contact information of an old friend of mine. He is an experienced Chinese medicine master who has a deep research on Chinese medicine care. Maybe it can help you."

Dr. Dai had another sentence hidden in his heart and didn't say it: "It's a life to treat it, just treat it as a psychological comfort for them."

Cheng Guoshun closed his eyes in pain, clenched his fists, and his fingernails penetrated deeply into the skin, and he exerted forcefully until blood oozed out. It took him a long time to open his eyes and said apologetically: "Sorry, I'm out of composure, Dr. Dai thank you."

"I can't afford this thank you. Although I really want to cure your daughter's illness, I can't do anything about it." Dr. Dai sighed.

He took the note and opened his wallet. It was a photo of him and his daughter when he was a child. He rubbed the photo gently with his thumb, and then carefully inserted the note behind the photo.

Li Dongmei looked back at Shi Jia, her eyelids drooped, and she said in a low mood: "Xiao Jia, don't tell your sister..."

Shi Jia nodded heavily. He didn't want to see this situation, but for a moment he didn't know what to say, and said, "I understand."

When he arrived at the rest area, Cheng Shuang was wearing a white lace skirt and was sitting in a wheelchair playing with her cell phone. She stared at the screen without blinking. She looked very serious and was not worried about her calves at all. She seemed to believe that she would definitely be cured.

"Xiao Shuang." Cheng Guoshun walked over with a smile on his face.

When Cheng Shuang heard his father's cry, she raised her head and asked with a smile: "Dad, what's the doctor's saying?"

"It's pretty good, it's pretty good..." Li Dongmei squeezed out a smile and replied before Cheng Guoshun, looking a little incoherent.

Cheng Shuang is just a girl of seventeen or eighteen years old. She doesn’t have that much thought. She completely believes what her parents say. She nodded and said, “When will I go back to school to continue classes? I want to take the college entrance examination next year.”

Cheng Guoshun grinned hard and laughed: "Daughter, you are still so anxious. The doctor introduced me to an old Chinese doctor who has a very profound medical skills. He said that as long as you have more care, you don't have to worry about anything else."

"That's great!" A pair of dimples appeared on Cheng Shuang's cute oval face, and she smiled happily.

Seeing his daughter's little face, Cheng Guoshun's heart added a bit of gloom.

Li Dongmei forced herself to smile, and finally felt that she could no longer maintain the smile on her face, so she turned around and pretended to look around her casually. At an angle that Cheng Shuang could not see, she secretly wiped the corners of her eyes with the back of her hand.

Cheng Guoshun was responsible for driving, and several people came to the traditional Chinese medicine clinic introduced by Dr. Dai.

The antique Chinese style decoration, the vigorous and powerful plaques, and the fragrance of medicine all make the patients feel at ease, and at least increase their confidence in curing the disease.

When I walked into the lobby, countless people registered.

After Shi Jia explained his purpose to him, a young man in a jacket quietly took Shi Jia and the others to the side door at the end of the corridor and whispered: "You were introduced by Dr. Dai, right? My master is waiting inside. Don't let the patients in the lobby know that it is not good to spread the news of the sluggish."

When I opened the door, I saw a kind old man with his hair combed very seriously without any mess. But the white hair like silver threads was still clearly visible in the black hair. In the slightly sunken eye sockets, the eyes were deep and bright, and they looked very vivid. The complexion was rosy and did not look old, and there was even an illusion of a middle-aged man.

He was dressed very simply, and his upper body was an ordinary brown silk sweater.

"Please sit down." The old man made a gesture and smiled slightly.

Cheng Shuang secretly looked at the decorations in the room, put her hands on her knees and felt a little restrained. In front of the doctor, she was a little nervous.

"I will introduce myself. I, Dr. Zhang Song and Dai, have told me all the situation..."

Cheng Guoshun and Li Dongmei immediately looked tight, afraid that the old Chinese doctor in front of him would tell the truth. Just as he was about to talk about the topic, he heard Zhang Song continue to say.

"Little girl, don't be too reserved. Come on, let me see your calves."

Shi Jia pushed the wheelchair to Zhang Song.

Cheng Shuang was so nervous that she was tense, and she slightly lifted the corner of her skirt with one hand.

Zhang Song pinched Cheng Shuang's calves, tapped the Weizhong point and Chengshan point with his knuckles, and asked, "Are you feeling?" Cheng Shuang shook her head.

The old man's expression remained unchanged, and he looked at the sound and asked and tried. He thought for a while, touched his beard with his hand and said slowly: "The evil of dampness and heat blocked the meridians and blood stasis. Little girl, you have encountered car accidents before?"

Cheng Shuang's little face turned pale. This sentence evoked her bad memories, and she nodded with her lips.

"That's right. I'll prescribe two prescriptions for you." Zhang Song looked at Shi Jia and said, "Young man, come with me to get the medicine."

Shi Jia followed Zhang Song and came to a small compartment inside.

Zhang Song said while grabbing the medicine: "Cook the casserole over low heat for 20 minutes, cook until it is sticky, apply it once in the morning and evening. Do you remember?"

"Remember." Shi Jia wanted to say something but stopped, "But Dr. Dai said..."

"Of course I know. This medicine is not so much a treatment for leg diseases, but rather a treatment for heart disease. How can I, an old Chinese doctor, treat it? At most, I prescribe a few external medicines to smooth out qi and blood. In fact, whether it can be effective is really left to fate." Zhang Song said slowly.

"After you go back, you arrest your parents for me. It's not that there is no hope, but the patient must have confidence in himself. Do you understand?"

Zhang Song skillfully tied up the medicine bags and handed them to Shi Jia. Then he left the small compartment together.

"Remember, come for follow-up visit once a month."

The family left this traditional Chinese medicine clinic. In fact, it didn't cost much. These two pairs of medicinal materials last month, which only cost 200 yuan. This also indirectly reflects Zhang Song's profound medical ethics as an old traditional Chinese medicine doctor.

After sending his family back to the "Taiyizun Mansion", Shi Jia left in a low mood.

Walking on the road, he suddenly punched the telephone pole hard, "What's the use of making more money... It's not that I can't cure my sister's illness!" The telephone pole suddenly tilted, and a deep crease suddenly appeared in the place where it was hit.

Fortunately, there were no passers-by around, otherwise they would have been photographed and posted online.

Releasing negative emotions, Shi Jia calmed down a little and dragged back to the laboratory in the boiler room.

Sitting in front of the computer, he suddenly thought of his "absolute control" ability. In the "absolute control" state, he can even control the division and death of individual cells. If he can use it on his sister, wouldn't it be easy to repair necrotic nerves?
Chapter completed!