"Dad, help me, I'm ...... I don't want to have my leg amputated! ”

After regaining consciousness, Kang Youliang pleaded with the middle-aged man as if he had just experienced a life-and-death battle.

Cutting off both arms is undoubtedly ruining Kang Youliang's hope.

He didn't want to live without arms at his young age.

"Old Zhao, is there really no other way?"

The middle-aged man's eyes revealed a look of expectation and asked.

Zhao Desheng shook his head slowly and said, "The virus infected by the patient, the range of symptoms on the body is too wide, and I can't prescribe the right medicine in a short time. And the patient can't wait, he just bit his arms and it's already a symptom of the spread of the virus......"

These words were like issuing a critical illness notice, and the atmosphere in the ward instantly froze.

The oppressive atmosphere, like a mountain, weighed heavily on everyone's hearts, unable to breathe.

"Dad, please don't amputate my leg, I promise never to scratch it again, I can bear it."

Kang Youliang's innocent words directly poked at the weakness hidden in the middle-aged man's heart, and his eyes were slightly red.

"Whew!"

The middle-aged man took a deep breath and adjusted his inner emotions, and then he said, "Save your life first!" ”

These simple three words are both helpless and irresistible.

"Wait!"

Nie Yu's voice suddenly sounded in everyone's ears.

In front of everyone's eyes, Nie Yu walked in front of Kang Youliang in a few steps, stepped forward, looked at it a few times, and then said to the middle-aged man: "I can cure him, but I have one condition." ”

"What did you say?"

Zhao Desheng was slightly stunned, his eyes showed surprise at the same time, but he was more puzzled.

The others froze in place.

And Jiang Shihan on the side was anxious to pry Nie Yu's head open at the moment to see what was inside.

The famous doctors invited by the Kang family all said that there was no way to treat them, what ability could he have as an intern doctor to save people?

Crazy, really crazy.

Just when Jiang Shihan was about to stop Nie Yu, Zhao Desheng suddenly said: "Young man, you said that it can be cured, tell me how to cure it?" ”

"Acupuncture!"

"It's useless, the patient is infected by the virus, and Chinese medicine has no effect!"

Zhao Desheng didn't wait for Nie Yu to finish speaking, and directly interrupted and retorted.

It's not that he is biased against Chinese medicine, it's just that in the current situation, using Chinese medicine will only waste time.

Nie Yu smiled: "That's you, my acupuncture is different!" ”

Confident, arrogant.

"Alas, young and frivolous, I don't know what to say." Zhao Desheng shook his head and sighed at the same time, and said to the middle-aged man again: "If you want to save your life, there is only one way to amputate your leg!" ”

"Don't talk about death, what if my acupuncture works?" Nie Yu's tone was very calm, and he interjected.

"You young man, why can't you tell you that you don't understand?"

Suddenly, Zhao De blew his beard angrily and glared, and his fingers trembled slightly and pointed at Nie Yu, and he was about to reprimand him angrily.

But at this moment, a miserable howl like killing a pig resounded throughout the ward.

I saw Kang Youliang with a painful expression on his face, the blue tendons on his forehead burst out, his hands clutched the sheets, and he restrained himself from tearing his arms.

"See, the patient's illness is becoming more and more frequent, and it won't be long before the virus enters the brain, and then you don't have to choose, whether to use his or mine!" Zhao Desheng was like a general who controlled the overall situation, and said to Nie Yu arrogantly: "Didn't you say that your acupuncture is useful?" Then you show me a look, don't just talk here. ”