Chapter 30: Leaving the Soul
"Are you curious? Surprised? Want to know how I got out? Do you want to keep killing me? Also, this is a hospital, what should I do if I am forbidden to make loud noises and disturb other patients to rest? ā
This full vixen! Yang Fan saw her once, and he wanted to train her once.
After spending a few days in his cell with the prisoners, he even had some subtle changes in the tone of his voice, perhaps influenced by them.
In short, these words sounded very cheap and unbeaten.
If she was given a knife, she would have rushed up and stabbed this deflated three to death!
"What are you talking about?" Ling Ruoshi was so angry that she couldn't speak, her eyes stained with teardrops were so angry that she seemed to shoot sparks, and that look showed that she had mentally annihilated Yang Fan first and then killed, and then killed and then killed, abusing countless times.
Yang Fan was not afraid of Ling Ruoshi's savage and arrogant momentum at all, but suddenly calmed down and said, "I'll talk about it later." You tell me about Xiaoshuang first, what is a vegetative person? ā
He didn't know anything about the concept of modern medical terms, so he could only use this way to understand the patient's symptoms and judge what disease he was suffering from.
It seems that we will have to learn this knowledge well in the future.
Ling Ruoshi gradually restrained her inner anger, although she wanted to know too much how Yang Fan could appear here, but she knew that Yang Fan's medical skills were very weird, and now her grandfather was heartbroken about Xiaoshuang's matter, and she couldn't do anything, maybe there was anything she could do, so she calmed down and said: "Vegetative, the patient's cerebral cortex function is seriously damaged, in a deep coma, his limbs are stiff and numb, he has no response to any stimuli from the outside world, and there is no way to awaken the patient's consciousness. ā
"It's a soul disorder!" Yang Fan's eyes were shocked.
"What are you talking about?"
"Soul detachment is what you call a vegetative person, the patient is as if he has been robbed of his soul, he has no mind, and he falls into a coma, and drug conditioning and ordinary acupuncture methods cannot make the patient 'rejuvenate' at all."
"Whatever you want to say, the question is do you have a way?" Ling Ruoshi hurriedly asked.
Yang Fan pondered for a moment and said, "This is a very tricky disease. Xiaoshuang will become like this, and it has a direct relationship with you! ā
Ling Ruoshi's heart was shocked, and her face became painful.
For Xiaoshuang's matter, she has always blamed herself, if she hadn't spoken so toughly, she might have been able to avoid this accident.
"Yang Fan! Is it really you? An excited old voice came from the corridor.
Ling Yuanhong ran over with a chief psychiatric physician and a deputy chief physician at a faster pace.
He also heard the nurse report that Yang Fan was back, and when he heard the news, he was so shocked that he couldn't believe it, and now he ran over to make sure in person.
Yang Fan's appearance was like letting him see a glimmer of light in the dark.
"Dean Ling?" Yang Fan frowned slightly.
It's only been a few days, Ling Yuanhong's complexion is much worse, and the whole person looks like he is suddenly ten years old, all because Xiaoshuang has hit him too hard.
The two doctors also looked at Yang Fan with a look of surprise.
Ling Yuanhong came to Yang Fan's side, stepped forward and grabbed Yang Fan's two arms excitedly, and said, "Yang Fan, it's great that you can appear here!" Xiaoshuang's current situation is not objective, the brain is seriously injured, and it is likely to become a vegetative person, and the treatment team in our hospital can't discuss an effective treatment plan, so I beg you, you must find a way to cure Xiaoshuang. ā
Yang Fan is a disciple of Baicaotang, and he completely pins his last hope on Yang Fan at the moment.
If Yang Fan can't come up with a treatment plan, then it is useless to invite experts from abroad.
Yang Fan said: "I also have an unshirkable responsibility for Xiaoshuang's matter, but please rest assured, I will do my best!" ā
"That's good, Xiaoshuang, I'll leave it to you to take full responsibility for treatment, if you need anything, just mention it to me."
Yang Fan nodded and said, "I'll go first to diagnose Xiaoshuang's condition." ā
"Okay."
Ling Yuanhong personally opened the door of the ward for Yang Fan.
The two physicians didn't know why the dean trusted the young man so much.
Yang Fan does have a certain specialty in traditional Chinese medicine, but he may not be able to have any good countermeasures to treat vegetative people.
Ling Ruoshi followed the back of everyone into the ward.
Ling Shuangshuang was lying on the hospital room, wearing an oxygen mask and electrocardiogram electrodes on her body, still in a deep coma.
"What a silly girl." Yang Fan walked up to Ling Shuangshuang and sighed lightly.
Ling Yuanhong said: "Xiaoshuang fell from under the roof of the fifteen-story building, because the life-saving air cushion was insufficiently inflated, although there was no fracture, but the brain was severely concussed, she will become a vegetative person, it is just a big inference that the surname is very large, if you don't wake up for more than five days, then the situation is very dangerous." At this, he couldn't help but weep.
"Grandpa, Xiaoshuang will be fine." Ling Ruoshi hurriedly came over to consol.
"Do you say it's okay if it's okay? It's not because you're so nonsense! made such a fuss, Yang Fan was imprisoned by you, and now your sister is in a coma and hospitalized, are you satisfied with such a result? ā
"Iā" Ling Ruoshi was speechless.
There would be such serious consequences, which she never imagined at the beginning.
At this time, Yang Fan was already using one finger of his right hand to diagnose the pulse of Lingshuang Frost, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his expression was very focused and serious.
Five minutes passed.
Yang Fan opened his eyes, couldn't help frowning, pinched his temples and sighed, "It's indeed out of the soul." ā
After his holy hand was broken, he didn't have to wait five days to judge the result, and it was now certain.
Ling Yuanhong's body was shocked, but fortunately, he was already mentally prepared to accept it, and asked, "What about the treatment?" ā
"With acupuncture!" Yang Fan said with confidence.
"Is that cured?" Ling Yuanhong was full of anticipation.
Don't wait for Yang Fan to answer.
The chief physician of the psychiatric department said: "Dean, Director Peng of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine has also proposed an acupuncture treatment plan, I think Yang Fan has great ability, and using acupuncture therapy to wake up vegetative people is also outdated." It is still more effective to use physical therapy and hyperbaric oxygen therapy in modern medicine. ā
Ling Yuanhong said: "Those of you who study Western medicine only know that belittling Chinese medicine is an outdated thing, but you will never understand the true essence of Chinese medicine. Let Yang Fan use acupuncture therapy first, and if it doesn't work, then discuss other treatment options. ā
Yang Fan said: "I'm only fifty percent sure. ā
This is because he doesn't have the internal strength now, otherwise, at least ninety percent of them are sure to wake up Ling Shuangshuang.
Ling Yuanhong was surprised and said, "What? Fifty percent is so high! ā
Yang Fan said: "Xiaoshuang's body is still very weak, and I must wait for her to recuperate in the hospital for three days, and then I will give her an injection treatment." If I only rely on acupuncture, of course, I can't be fifty percent sure, but supplemented by the [Nine Poisons Soul Returning Incense] I developed, maybe there will be hope. ā
The two doctors were taken aback and asked in unison, "What is the [Nine Poisons Soul Returning Incense]?" ā
Ling Yuanhong was also curious.
Yang Fan said: "This is a poisonous remedy derived from the Miao Medicine, which has an unexpected miraculous effect on treating people with soul disorder, and the medicinal materials are taken from the nine strange poisons in Southern Xinjiang. ā
"Poison again?" The two doctors were stunned, and what surprised them even more was that Yang Fan also knew the mysterious Miao doctor, what did this guy not know?
However, the last time Yang Fan used poison to treat the thirteen patients suffering from the plague, it had a miraculous curative effect, which made them suspicious. This prescription has always been a secret that they want to know so far, but it has been kept by Ling Yuanhong.
Ling Ruoshi couldn't help but say: "It's the first time I've heard that a doctor uses poison to save people, grandpa, you have to think about it carefully!" ā
Ling Yuanhong didn't hesitate and said, "Just follow your method!" If I need any herbs, I will try to send someone to collect them. ā
Yang Fan nodded and said, "I'll give you the prescription later." Dean, look at your look, you shouldn't have slept all night last night, you go and rest first, I will try my best to heal Xiaoshuang. ā
"Okay." Ling Yuanhong listened, and his mood relaxed a little, and then he felt very tired.
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Yang Fan continued to observe the situation of Lingshuang for a while in the ward, and unknowingly reached noon.
Ling Ruoshi, who didn't speak much on the side, said: "This place is temporarily handed over to the nurse to take care of Xiaoshuang, let's go eat first, I have something to talk to you." ā
"Where to eat?" Yang Fan was surprised.
"Let's go to Starlight Left Bank." Ling Ruoshi said lightly.
Yang Fan hesitated for a moment, nodded, and said, "Okay." ā
Ling Ruoshi sneered: "Aren't you afraid that I will take the opportunity to take revenge on you again?" ā
Yang Fan said: "If you put me in the detention center again, unless you don't want to save Xiaoshuang." ā
"Hmph, don't think of you as a miracle doctor, I don't have hope for you at all. If you can't cure Xiaoshuang, I'll pay the best experts in the world to treat her! With that, she turned and walked towards the ward.
Yang Fan followed, still unable to understand Ling Ruoshi's thoughts.
The two went to the parking lot outside the inpatient unit.
Yang Fan got on Ling Ruoshi's Maserati president.
The car drove smoothly on the road to the busiest commercial street in S City.
At this time, the car stopped at a red light intersection, Ling Ruoshi turned on the soft English music, perhaps to relax the depression and nervousness, lowered the window halfway, took out a cigarette from the storage compartment next to the car door and lit it, took a deep breath, and spit out a burst of ethereal smoke.
"Xiangche beauty! It's still the president of Maserati! This has to be a little less net worth, huh? ā
"She's so pretty!"
The drivers on the side of the road were shocked when they saw Ling Ruoshi in the car.
"I look like a junior."
Ling Ruoshi frowned slightly, she was in a bad mood, and after listening to the comments of those drivers, she couldn't help but scold: "A group of lowly deflated three!" What to see, haven't you ever seen a beautiful woman? When the old lady sees you, she wants to vomit out the gastric juice from the previous year! Your mom is the junior! ā
After scolding angrily, in the stunned eyes of the group of drivers, Ling Ruoshi stepped on the accelerator suddenly, and directly ran through the red light and drove away, so frightened that Yang Fan in the car grabbed the seat belt on his body.