It's not that Zuo Yan doesn't want to help, it's that he can't do anything!

The condition of vegetative people, to put it deeper, is a disease that is even more difficult to deal with than cancer.

Because what it needs is not medication, nor surgery, but stimulation, and the will of the vegetative person itself.

Zuo Yan specializes in treating incurable diseases, and he can't handle it if he lacks an arm or leg, but if you have leukemia, diabetes, or even cancer, he can easily handle it.

After all, this kind of disease can be cured only by adjusting the internal functions of the body.

But vegetative people are different, and to put it simply, this is not a disease at all.

So Zuo Yan can't help it.

When the family members heard Zuo Yan's words, they panicked.

The lady who had just scolded Yang Zhihu had a bad heart at first glance, and when she heard the words, she covered her heart, and she couldn't slow down for a long time.

"Wow...... My poor sister Shuang, that's it! Nope!! Yang Zhihu lay on the patient's lap and cried.

This time, no one scolded him, the family members were like ashes, and the noble lady had tears in her eyes and a sad face.

The atmosphere in the hospital room became extremely heavy.

"Really?" Song Weitian did not give up.

Originally, the old comrades-in-arms wanted to come and see Zuo Yan, the miracle doctor, with their own eyes, but as soon as they heard that there was news of treating this condition in other places, they rushed over overnight without saying a word.

Actions are everything, and that old comrade-in-arms worked hard to save his daughter.

But Song Weitian knows very well that he can't even say that he can't say anything, what can those experts who can't even cure advanced cancer?

"Uh......" Zuo Yan looked at the situation and hesitated.

The mood of the family members was obviously not good, and as soon as they heard that they couldn't handle it, they almost fainted.

Song Weitian asked again and again, but if Zuo Yan said it again, he couldn't do it. I'm afraid it's going to be worse, and it's never an exaggeration to fall unconscious on the spot.

"Well, it's not that there isn't a way, it's just ......"

"Just what?!"

Zuo Yan had just changed his words, not only Song Weitian, but all the family members' eyes suddenly converged, and everyone had a strong desire in their eyes!

"Zuo Yan, you must have a way to treat her, right?" Song Weitian is a smart person, so he naturally understands why Zuo Yan said this. "Don't worry, you can try any way, as long as you can save her! If the end result is still the same, we can guarantee that no one will hold you accountable! ”

Song Weitian has always been calm and calm.

There is also very little commitment to people.

But for the sake of the daughter of his old comrade-in-arms, Song Weitian seemed to be a different person.

"Miracle Doctor! No matter what the result, we are willing to bear it! The lady pleaded. Tears rolled down, "My daughter is only seventeen years old, which is the best age, and I don't want her to spend her life so quietly." I'm taking the place of our Yang family, please, divine doctor! ”

The lady said, her knees bent. I also have to kneel down for Zuo Yan.

"Wait, wait......" Zuo Yan hurriedly stopped.

Sighing, Zuo Yan was embarrassed: "I have a method, but this method is just an idea of mine." If you succeed, that's good, but if you fail......"

"What happens if you fail?" Song Miaomiao's big sparkling eyes stared at Zuo Yan tightly.

The family members also held their breath.

“…… If she fails, she will die. Zuo Yan took a deep breath, and then said the second half.

When they boarded, the family members panicked.

I went to so many places, and the doctors in famous hospitals abroad and at home asked all of them, but no one said that once they were not cured, they would harm people and lose their lives.

You know, although the girl is now in a vegetative state, the doctor said that if she is lucky, she may be able to wake up.

Although this may take a long time, it is at least much better than death.

"Huh?! Divine doctor, no! If you can't save it, you'll die! Is there a second way? It's brutal! The fat on Yang Zhihu's face flicked and bargained.

"That's why I said, I can't help it." Zuo Yan said helplessly.

For vegetative people, Zuo Yan is really helpless.

But at that moment, he suddenly thought of a way: maybe he could use telekinesis cells to enter the patient's cranial nerves and stimulate the patient's cranial nerves, so as to revive the patient?

But he also thought about how serious the consequences of this approach could be.

Psychic cells now belong to the "blade", Zuo Yan can inhibit nerves casually without damaging the slightest, but once you want to stimulate nerves, you must use these telekinesis cells to "hurt" nerves, so as to achieve the purpose of stimulation.

Nerves are different from ordinary organs and tissues, they are extremely fragile, and once they are damaged too much, the consequences will be very terrible.

The most serious outcome is that the cranial nerves are damaged and cannot be repaired, which is very likely to lead to brain death.

What is the concept of brain death?

It is equivalent to the failure of the central control center, the complete disorder of body functions, and the real death.

That's why Zuo Yan didn't dare to make a move easily.

"Zuo Yan, if she fails, will she really die?" Song Miaomiao asked cautiously.

"Yes." Zuo Yan answered her firmly, and then looked at the family members, "The price of failure is too great for you, I suggest you choose other treatment options." ”

Zuo Yan didn't want to make a fuss for himself.

This kind of saving people was framed instead, and then the unlucky thing happened again and again, Zuo Yan can see it on the news every day.

He didn't want to wade into this troubled water.

"Thank you, Divine Doctor." The noble lady spoke, her voice a little weak, "I'm sorry for you to run away, Ieyasu, give the divine doctor some compensation." ”

As soon as Zuo Yan heard this, he knew that the other party did not accept his proposal.

He was not surprised, no one wanted to say that the lives of their relatives were so inexplicably handed over to others.

Although the girl on the bed is in a vegetative state, she is still alive and has a little hope, but if she is really healed and died, then there is no hope at all.

"No need, it's not troublesome to come over, and I'm sorry I didn't help, Uncle Song, then I'll leave first."

"I'm sorry for you." Song Weitian glanced at Zuo Yan helplessly.

As soon as he left the ward, the fat man Yang Zhihu quietly followed.

"Divine doctor, I...... My sister Shuang ...... Did she have to do this for the rest of her life? Yang Zhihu still looks like crying.

"Not necessarily, maybe I'll wake up one day." Zuo Yan comforted, "And don't call me a miracle doctor, I haven't cured your sister." ”

"A miracle doctor is a miracle doctor, everyone in my family shouts like this, it must not be wrong!"

Zuo Yan couldn't help but smile when he saw Yang Zhihu's fat face with a serious look.

"Okay, you go back, I should leave too, you're going to be gone later, your family will be worried." Zuo Yan said.

"Oh." Yang Zhihu agreed, but looking at his posture, he didn't seem to have any intention of going back.

Zuo Yan ignored Yang Zhihu and walked through the corridor alone and walked towards the elevator.

Yang Zhihu followed behind, his fat head on his face flicked and flicked, and he didn't know what idea he had in his heart.

Just as Zuo Yan was turning and walking through a ward, Yang Zhihu suddenly stepped forward and grabbed Zuo Yan's arm.

"Divine doctor, I have a good friend who is terminally ill, can you help me?" Yang Zhihu looked pitiful and pleaded.

"Your good friend is terminally ill?" Zuo Yan felt a little funny, "Don't tease me, I have to go back." ”

"Divine doctor, I didn't tease you, No! Inside this room, there's a little window in the doorway where you can see her! Yang Zhihu said.

Zuo Yan was skeptical, and according to what Yang Zhihu said, he looked into the ward through the small window at the door of the ward.

Sure enough, he immediately saw a little girl about ten years old, with long hair hanging down her shoulders, as delicate as a porcelain doll, sitting quietly on the bed, lying on the cross-bed table, painting wholeheartedly.

This little girl looks ruddy and healthy, but the gap between the hairline on the top of her head is a little large, at first glance, Zuo Yan really doesn't think that this girl has any disease.

"The little girl you're talking about is the one from bed 9, right? What disease did she have? Zuo Yan asked.

"Yes, yes, that's her!" Yang Zhihu's fat face was like a rattle, "She has leukemia and loses her hair every day, I heard the doctor say that she is terminally ill, unless she changes the bone marrow, otherwise it will be difficult to seek medical treatment!" ”

Zuo Yan looked at the little girl through the window, the little girl was very attentive to drawing on the paper, her face was full of childlike innocence, and she didn't feel the slightest sense that death had descended on her back, ready to wield a sickle at any time and take her life.

"Since you came to the hospital today, let's accumulate some merit by the way."

Zuo Yan thought in his heart, and he had already pushed open the door of the ward and walked in.

(To be continued.) )