As soon as he entered the door, the white-clothed doctor quickly rushed to Yuanbao's bed, quickly opened the medicine box he carried with him, and took out the things he needed for his diagnosis.

Then he took a long breath, steadied himself and began his own series of examinations.

The room was quiet for a long time, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop on the floor.

Everyone present did not dare to take a breath, for fear of disturbing the doctor's diagnosis and affecting the results of the examination.

In the silence, the white-clothed doctor, who didn't know what had been examined, seemed to have seen some terrible picture, his pupils shrank suddenly, and the fingers holding the examination instrument trembled slightly.

"Yuanbao, what's wrong with him?"

Shi's mother was also scared when she saw the doctor's reaction when she examined it, but she tried to suppress her emotions and asked.

The white-clothed doctor didn't say anything for a while, but read the new examination report back and forth on the cabinet in front of the bed, and then sighed.

"Young Master's situation ......"

"It's a bit bad."

The doctor paused for a few seconds and thought about the words in his mind, hoping to be able to tell him the most tactful way possible.

"Just tell the truth, don't hide anything."

Father Shi patted Shi Mu who was leaning on him, wrapped his hands around Shi Mu, patted it gently as comfort, and then looked at the doctor.

"Mr. Shi, I'll tell you the truth......"

The glasses that the white-clothed doctor was holding on the bridge of his nose slowly slipped off little by little.

"Terminally ill, there is no medicine stone."

"Bang."

Shi Mu trembled and knocked over a white porcelain bowl on the cabinet of the hospital bed, and the porcelain bowl shattered on the ground, and even more on the hearts of all the people present.

"How did this happen?"

"It was so good before."

"Last time I was at home, the doctor took those medicines as a course of treatment, and after taking those medicines, I don't need to take them anymore!"

"And at that time, there was no big deal with the body of the ingot!"

"Why is it that your health is getting worse and worse now?"

"Judging from the examination report, I don't think all the doctors can give a specific reason."

"I've seen the reports of the young master's previous examinations in multiple hospitals on the way back, and all the results can't find any cause."

"The young master's body seems to have become bad so suddenly, and it has become bad for no reason."

"The young master is very sick, so strange that we can't find any reason."

"It's like when we all thought that the young master couldn't survive, but the young master was better, and it was as strange as it was."

The white-clothed doctor bowed slightly.

"When Yuanbao's body got better, he was the one who snatched it from the hands of death, and at that time we thought it was called, is it that this inexplicable body change now?"

Shi's mother looked at the ingots on the hospital bed in a daze.

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Yuan Bao was lying on the bed, pillow with a white pillow and covered with a pure white quilt, as if Yuan Bao's face was also equally pale.

The delicate hand was exposed, a thin needle was inserted on it, medical tape was pasted, and a circle of droppers was wrapped around the hand of the ingot.

And down these droppers, and then up are the shelves of infusion bottles full of medicines.

Tall, thin infusion bottles, standing upright, hung on flower-like hooks filled with bottles and bags of clear liquid, mercilessly affixed with stickers to identify the names of the drugs, with the names of the patients and the names of the drugs written on them.

From a distance, this tall, lanky and long infusion stand looks like a coconut tree full of coconuts.

It's just that at this moment, what I feel is not the joy of coconut ripening and harvest, nor is it the comfort of being on the beach, but the sadness that arises spontaneously.

"Madam, President, forgive me for being out of place."

"Judging from the situation of the young master back then, when he was in the womb, he was once diagnosed by all the doctors that it was impossible to give birth."

"But that's exactly what happened, to all of our surprises, Young Master Yuan Bao was born safely, and all the critical illnesses were solved overnight."

"Although I still have some diseases that have been brought from the womb, the painless disease is completely incomparable with the fatal diseases that have been carried before."

"I thought it was a miracle then and even now."

"Because it's a level that modern medicine can't even achieve."

"That's a miracle, and what the current young master needs is not some medical treatment, but this kind of miracle."

"But we didn't have the time to figure out how this miracle happened, and now we probably don't have time to figure it out."

"Miracle?"

Father Shi listened to the white-clothed doctor's words, which didn't sound very reliable or even a little outrageous, and he didn't react to any kind of thunder, nor did he show any surprised expression, but had an unexpected calm.

"Miracle ......"

"Miracle ......"

Father Shi kept repeating this word repeatedly, his eyes looking into the air.

After a while, Father Shi turned his head to look at the white-clothed doctor, but it seemed that he was not looking at him, but saw another person through him.

That person is also a doctor, and that person, like now, has also faced such a word "miracle" from his father.

And in the memory of his father in a trance, there is another person who also used the word "miracle" to him, although a long time has passed, although it seems to be a long, long time ago, although he has forgotten that Rao's appearance, but he can still clearly remember that person has also firmly lived the word "miracle".

But then, that person was not a miracle needed, but a ......

She's a miracle......

"Is your master and his old man okay?"

Hearing Shi's father ask his master, the doctor dragged his glasses with his hand and looked at Shi's father.

"When I came, I had already sent some medical records to the master, and he read them, but the same master and his old man didn't have any ability to solve them."

As he spoke, the white-clothed doctor looked at the ingots lying on the hospital bed, with a thick sadness and regret in his tone.

"When Yuan Bao was born in this world safely, and he lived happily for so many years, I think he will definitely go on peacefully."

Yuan Bao was lying on the bed, pillowed on a soft white pillow, wearing a respirator on his nose, without any reaction, just lying there quietly.

The room is filled with the smell of disinfectant water, probably some people don't like the smell of disinfectant in the hospital not because of itself, but because of the sad smell it contains, which is a kind of sad blessing of life and death

The bed is big, but the ingots, he is a mess.