Everyone looked surprised—as I mentioned earlier, there was no other exit at all, only a window. But this is the thirteenth floor! Vanilla took the lead and walked inside in disbelief.

The windows of the lounge were ajar, and the furnishings inside were so simple that even small dogs had nowhere to hide. She pushed open the window and looked out—it was the puppy. It stands on top of a canopy.

It should be noted that although this building has not been built for a long time, it has a clear old-style architectural style. For example, a cement canopy is installed above each window.

Although the size of the puppy is really small, it is indeed a narrow, palm-wide canopy. Not to mention people, such a dog that is not too big seems too narrow. But the puppy jumped over the canopy one by one with great dexterity, and his movements were as light as flying. Reaching an inner corner, it turned around and had fun with vanilla.

It was a spiritual, expressive smile. At that moment, Vanilla suddenly understood that this was no ordinary dog. Suddenly, a window seemed to open in her mind, and a lot of doubts came to conjecture—not answers, just conjectures. Some instinct told her that there must be something wrong with the dog, but the puppy was no longer visible.

I don't know how long she had been there, but by the time she came to her senses, the little girl was gone. And a familiar figure in front of him hurried over. That was Director Huang of the Department of Oncology. He was accompanied by a few other doctors who were more eye-catching, but Vanilla remembered that one of them seemed to be the deputy director of orthopedics or surgery? Behind them, there were a few reporters with long guns and short guns, whose identities could be guessed at a glance.

"It's ......"

"It's that kid. Someone whispered. "Don't you know?"

"That...... Replantation of amputated limbs?"

"Yes, the patient said that his hand could move only a day after he was admitted in...... They removed the stitches for him and found that the recovery was not generally good. ”

Yes, it's really not generally good. The patient is left with only a very small scar on his hand and, above all, it ignores the fact that this limb was once amputated and the blood vessels and nerves were completely ruptured to the point that it is theoretically impossible to recover completely. The patients are almost completely the same now as they were before the surgery. Without any additional rehabilitation, he was able to make intricate gestures with his hands again without any effort. Except for the needles that have not yet fully recovered, even the children themselves do not feel that there is anything wrong with their hands.

In the face of such a miracle, his parents cried with joy, and they were naturally grateful to the doctor. Even if the reporter came, he did his best to cooperate. So, the chief surgeon stood in front of the camera and talked eloquently, saying that he had worked hard for several years and finally succeeded today.

Vanilla knew it wasn't possible – and of course, on the other hand, it was theoretically possible. After all, the human body is so wonderful, and it is not logical for the sutures of nerves and blood vessels to be restored to their original state. Although in terms of technology, it is generally accepted that it has not yet reached this level, but an occasional exception is also normal - although the first hospital of W City is a tertiary hospital, the medical level, even those directors and deputy directors, has not yet reached such a level. There is only one reason why such a miracle appears suddenly.

However, the ghost doctor didn't show up last night. The time is not up!

Speaking of the ghost doctor, she remembered the back of the white coat - and the young man with a fuzzy face holding his pet dog in her memory. In between...... There should be some kind of connection! But she knew that even if she found Dean Chen now and poured out all her guesses, Dean Chen probably wouldn't believe it at all.

To say that a supernatural event produced a miracle of terminal cancer recovery...... At least in the Chinese concept, it is quite logical. After all, Chinese gods and ghosts have been believed in for thousands of years, and there are still many legends circulating among the people. Even after decades of atheistic education, the older generation still insists on believing in ghosts, gods, Buddhas, and bodhisattvas. But so inexplicably pulled on a dog......

Even if she and Dean Chen switched positions, she would think that Dean Chen was crazy.

All she can do now is put a full stomach full of words. It doesn't matter, she still has a chance, and next week, as long as the ghost doctor visits again, she can try another option.

The group of reporters finally finished interviewing, and after the crowd left, the rest of the work was for the nurses. In fact, the doctor has already determined that the patient is completely ready to be discharged. But when Vanilla went over to make the relevant connection, he found that the family of three was praying earnestly with their palms folded. In the center of their palms is a green leaf.

They already knew about the "Mingshu Bodhisattva". And it sounds, it seems that the parents have not slept all night and prayed earnestly for their children all night. Then, in the morning, the child suddenly noticed that his hand was sceptible and able to move freely.

Even Vanilla found it unbelievable that this inexplicable belief spread so quickly.

A week passed in a flash.

Everything is the same as last time, but this time it was not Dean Chen who came, but Director Huang led the team. And lying on the thirteenth bed is an unlucky guy from a car accident.

In a car accident that broke out a few months ago, the patient's spine was seriously injured in the car accident – and with the current state of the art, all the treatments available could not cure this type of disability. His injuries were not fatal, but paralysis was inevitable. Fortunately, the patient's family is either very wealthy or has strong social connections. In short, I don't know whose relationship the patient and his family got through, and he was sent to bed 13.

Although the troublesome old man who had arthritis before did not get any benefits, the No. 13 bed is still a rare resource, and it was only after President Chen's personal instructions that he was admitted to it.

I don't know if someone's prayers worked, or if there was some other reason. That night, despite everyone's preparations for the arrival of the ghost doctor, nothing actually happened.

At one o'clock in the morning, everyone waited cautiously. But there was no power outage, no tripping, no elevator all the way up to the thirteenth floor, and no ghost doctor coming out of the smoky elevator. It wasn't until two o'clock in the morning that everyone could be sure that nothing would happen today.

After standing at the elevator position for almost an hour, everyone had a little back pain. After Director Huang made a statement that nothing could happen tonight, everyone had to leave separately. However, Director Huang was still a little reluctant, so he transferred to the ward to look at the thirteen-bed patients.

He let out a slight, but audible shout.

The others immediately followed, and then they immediately understood the reason for Director Huang's shouting. Because the temperature in the room was too high, the sleeping patient was sweating profusely and kicked off the quilt.

That's right, a paralyzed patient with a damaged nerve in his spinal spine and already unconscious from the waist down, kicked off the quilt because it was too hot.

Several people quickly woke the patient, who was so sleepy that he rolled over and sat up dimly - only one step away from standing up. But fortunately, because he didn't move for a long time, his leg muscles atrophied slightly, so the most he ended up doing was just to sit on the bed.

The doctors exchanged glances with each other, and the matter was immediately decided.

Vanilla watched as the others pushed the patient out. I don't know if to go for a check-up or do a simple surgery to confirm what is really going on in the patient's body. I don't know what the final result will be, but she knows that this incident is expected to further strengthen the belief of that "Mingshu Bodhisattva". According to colleagues on shift, for two or three days in a row, the patient's family members – all of them total, nearly 10 of them – were in the ward. If I was a little careless, I thought it was a group of professional monks who set off flames there.

It's just that she really doesn't know anything about Buddhist scriptures, and she doesn't know what kind of scriptures the other party is reading. Maybe it's a very common and common sutra like the Diamond Sutra. But they prayed by chanting sutras...... And she did hear the title of "Southern Enlightened Tree Bodhisattva". I don't know if they found the origin of this Mingshu Bodhisattva from somewhere...... But then again, since it's called a bodhisattva, then it's very likely to be Buddhism.

By the turn of the next day, she had vaguely heard that the paralyzed patient from the car accident had been transferred to rehabilitation — not for his spinal injury, but for his muscular lower limbs. The hospital's claim is that the most advanced treatment methods, coupled with the doctor's superb medical skills, and, of course, a little bit of luck on the part of the patient, allowed him to recover from this injury, which was already completely unrecoverable.

If it weren't for the personal contact with the series of supernatural events that have happened recently, vanilla, as a medical worker, would have felt that his statement was reasonable and impeccable. After all, diseases are very complicated, and even if the same disease happens to different people, it has completely different effects. There is never a certain death disease in medicine, and no matter how terminal the disease, there is a negligible possibility in theory.

But now, she feels that all this is just that the hospital can't and doesn't want to announce the "supernatural event".

Time passed slowly. Nothing seems to have changed except that bed thirteen requires the superintendent's approval. Since then, the ghost doctor has not been seen again, except for a video on the Internet that is completely insufficient to testify - and of course, the video is slowly being forgotten. The initial post also gradually sank, and nothing was mentioned again.

Only the operation of the hospital is getting better and better. The bonus has been raised twice in a row, and it is said that a new building is already being designed, and the city government, which is embarrassed by land targets, has generously granted a large piece of land for the construction of a new building for the hospital. Of course, there are also unhappy ones. The logistics side complained more than once. Because of the poor landscaping in the hospital, the leaves of bonsai are now basically plucked out within three to five days. Not to mention the trees—the shorter ones are completely bare, and they don't have time to grow new leaves.