No. 1167, the living are treated as dead doctors!

Ning Shasha knew his feelings for Qin Luo. She knew that unconsciously, she had the shadow of this man in her heart.

She is different from Ling Xiao, Ling Xiao had a conflict with Qin Luo when they met for the first time, which was also the source of the conflict later. However, from the first time she met, she thought this man - the smile was so good. She likes men who look good when they laugh, just as she loves to laugh herself.

Of course, such feelings cannot be called love.

With more and more contact and more understanding at any time, the bits and pieces of this man began to slowly soak into my heart. He's brilliant, he's unparalleled, he's daring, he's shameless to die - good or bad, as long as it's news about him, she'll look at it more than once.

Later, there was an explosion in the Huanxi Building, and the man used his body to crush her underneath. This time, all her reasons and excuses, all her reserve and pride, all her possession, all collapsed with the collapse of the floors.

She told herself for sure that I was in love with him.

A child who is good at science has an extraordinarily clear brain, she knows that she is nothing, this is just senseless unrequited love. He already has Lin Huanxi, he has Huanxi Mansion - he needs himself, and that's just designing a building for the people he loves.

As a result, the feelings are buried deep in the heart, and there is no longer an outlet.

Like so many Cinderellas who have a crush on their celebrity idols, their pathos is not that they don't get the best outcome, but that she loves him and he doesn't know it.

Today. Right now.

When Ning Shasha saw Qin Luo's sad expression, he couldn't be sad.

She didn't know what she could do for him, she just wanted to give him some support and encouragement.

She held his hand, not deliberately taking advantage of the opportunity, nor did she have the dizzy feeling of heartbeat and blood backflowing. She just wanted to touch him, touch him.

She believes that this has to be done in a way that gives him support and help.

"That's what I said." Qin Luo smiled bitterly. "But Ling Xiao is my patient, and I don't know how to save her, so I can only watch her stop breathing—this is really uncomfortable."

"Is there really nothing that can be done?" Ning asked unwillingly.

Qin Luo shook his head and said, "You know. Ling Xiao is not sick, she is poisoned. She is in good health and has no problems. We only need to detoxify it -- but this poison is so advanced that even the Institute of Traditional Chinese Medicine and the Biological Research Laboratory, as well as the large research institutes in some European and American countries, do not know the ingredients of this poison. If you don't know what it is, it's impossible to know what its antidote is -- I didn't expect that there would be times when Huaxia medicine would lose to advanced technology. Ling Xiao's illness is no longer a medical category, but a competition of science and technology. Just like some countries can make atomic bombs, our people are very smart and capable, but there is no technology and no raw materials, so we can't make atomic bombs. ”

"If that's the case, why should you blame yourself?" Ning said in pieces.

"I'm not blaming myself. I'm just—" Qin Luo sighed and pulled his hand out of Ning's broken palm. "I don't like it. Moreover, her family is too pitiful. ”

"Some people say that there are two professions in this world that look down on life and death - one is crematorium workers. In their eyes, everyone will end up in a jar of dust. And then there's the kind of people who are doctors, because they see too much life and death—"

"No one can look down on life and death." Qin Luo shook his head. "They just look down on other people's lives and deaths. They would be equally sad if the patient in the hospital bed was a relative of the doctor or if the body stuffed in the stove was the corpse of the burner's friend. ”

"yes." Ning Sha nodded in pieces. "No one can look down on life and death. We just look down on the lives and deaths of others. That's a good saying. Ever since I noticed that Xiaoxiao's body was starting to peel and her hair was starting to turn gray, I had a bad feeling. No matter how busy I was at work, I would come once a day - I didn't know what I could do. I just want to spend more time with her. Look at her. I also accompany my aunt, I'm afraid she won't be able to carry it alone. ”

"Don't be too sad." Qin Luo said comfortingly. Ning Crushi is indeed a good girl with a good heart, and in this impetuous society, it is too difficult and difficult to maintain such a quality.

"I really don't know what my aunt is going to do if she finds out about this." Ning Sha's eyes were red and he said, "Is there no way?" ”

Qin Luo thought for a while and said, "Yes." I was thinking about a whole body transfusion. But, as I said earlier - we have no way of knowing what the toxin is, and we don't know for sure if it's blood poisoning or if the toxin has invaded the body's internal organs - it's just an attempt. The success rate is not high. ”

"That's—"

Ning Shasha was about to ask again, when he saw a doctor striding towards the inpatient building they came down to.

"Something's wrong?" Ning looked over blankly and asked.

"Let's take a look." Qin Luo said.

Qin Luo and Ning Sha followed the running doctors upstairs, and when they found out that they were on the floor where Ling Xiao lived, their faces suddenly became as embarrassed as ashes.

Could it be that Ling Xiao has already gone?

The two quickened their pace, quickly caught up with the doctor, and ran ahead of them.

Ling Mu looked crazy, her face was full of tears, and when she saw Qin Luo running over, she came over and grabbed him, as if she had grasped a life-saving straw. shouted: "Doctor Qin-save Xiaoxiao." Hurry up and save it. She vomited blood -- she vomited blood -- "

Qin Luo walked over and saw that Ling Xiao was still in the same position as before, his eyes were closed, and he was sleeping very quietly.

However, puddles of sticky objects oozed from the corners of her mouth.

The viscous substance was dark brown and foul-smelling, as if it had been stored in the stomach for a long time.

"What's going on?" A bespectacled doctor ran over and asked. "Have you ever fed the sick any food?"

"Nope." Mother Ling cried and shook her head. "Nothing has been fed. Nutrient solution and liquid food are infused every day. ”

A young doctor used tweezers to collect a bit of sticky object, put it in a bag, and said, "I'll go for a test." ”

With that, he walked away quickly.

There were also doctors who took various instruments and measured Ling Xiao's body, and then gathered together to discuss in a whisper.

In the end, it was the bespectacled doctor who walked up to Ling's mother and said, "It seems that this time it won't survive—please mourn." ”

"Doctor. You save my daughter, I-"

The doctor shook his head helplessly and said, "If we can save it, how can we not save it?" I can't help it. ”

After saying that, he turned around and walked out.

"Doctor Qin—" Mother Ling pinned her hopes on Qin Luo again.

Qin Luo was helping Ling Xiao cut his pulse.

His face was blue, as if someone owed him two hundred dollars and didn't pay it back.

This time, he really couldn't laugh. You can't even pretend to be perfunctory.

After Ling Xiao vomited out these sticky substances, not only did his body not improve, but worsened. When I cut the pulse just now, it was only a pulse disorder, and the pulse seemed to be weak. Now, her pulse seems to be absent. Sometimes it jumps several times a second, sometimes it doesn't jump for several seconds, like a dead man.

Now, how could Qin Luo still pretend to be calm and say nonsense like 'don't worry, it's okay, we'll work hard'?

"Brother Qin—" Ning Shasha also shouted. I wanted to ask something, but I couldn't say anything. It's all come to this, what else can she ask? Ask him if he can be cured?

She knew that every time they asked, it was actually adding pressure to Qin Luo.

Qin Luo did not respond.

He took out his mobile phone from his pocket, dialed a number, and said, "You extracted a toxin from the deceased last time, how are you doing now?" ”

"I don't know." A cold female voice came.

"Help me ask. It's urgent. Qin Luo said.

So, the phone was hung up.

After a while, Qin Luo's phone rang again.

"The lab said it was still working on it. Looking for a paired antidote to the drug. ”

"Did you find it?" Qin Luo asked excitedly.

"Nope."

“――”

"It's not for nothing." The woman said. "They say there's a virus that can fuse with poison. But the fusion results need to be further tested—"

"No more testing." Qin Luo said. "Send the virus over immediately."

"Are you sure?"

"There is no other choice." Qin Luo said. Ling Xiao was already sick like this, and if he didn't get effective treatment, he might not be able to carry it tonight.

As long as there is a virus that can fuse with the poison, whatever the outcome is - it will not be worse than it is now.

Now, only dead horses can be used as live horse doctors. No, it should be the living who come to the doctor as if they were the dead.