Cloud City Repulse Bay, a luxury private estate.

In a huge hospital room.

It is surrounded by all kinds of expensive medical equipment, most of which are reflected in hemodialysis.

Wei Changsong's face was gloomy.

Uremia!

When you hear these three words.

Wei Changsong seemed to feel that the sky had fallen.

Over the years, in order to prolong the life of Wei Lao, the Wei family has spent a lot of money, invited countless professors, Chinese medicine masters, and tried various methods.

Behind Wei Changsong, an old man in a white coat led a group of students and was analyzing the patient's condition.

Huaguo Medical Association, lifelong honorary professor Mu Shoucheng.

This old man has been rigorous in his studies all his life, has read medical books to the fullest, and has reached the pinnacle in the field of medicine, and is known as a miracle doctor.

In 06, he wrote and wrote "A Brief Analysis of Medical Autobiography", which caused a lot of shock at the International Medical Association, and appeared on the cover of Western Times Magazine for three consecutive times.

At that time, a top medical institution in the West offered a sky-high annual salary of 50 million US dollars, wanting to poach Mu Shoucheng and set a record for the highest salary.

Including the young men and women who followed Mu Shoucheng, they are also the best young generation in the medical academy.

"Uremia is known as the killer of the elderly."

"Caused by kidney failure, it is also one of the many terminal diseases in the world, and the most common medical procedures at present are kidney transplantation, hemodialysis..."

A few young men and women, taking notes carefully.

"Kidney failure, such as pulmonary fibrosis, is an irreversible damage to the organs. Therefore, there is no precedent for a successful cure for uremia. ”

Wei Changsong sighed.

I've tried everything over the years.

Only transplanted the kidney, Old Man Wei was too old, plus various complications.

The re-transplantation of the kidney is only speeding up the death time of the old man.

Five days ago, Mu Shoucheng issued a critical illness notice.

"In life, there is one death."

"It's amazing that Wei Lao has been able to persist until now."

Mu Shoucheng comforted and spoke.

On the hospital bed, the old man was breathing weakly and his face was in pain.

At this time, a female student with a pure face and eyes said curiously: "Is there really no way to reverse the failed organs?" ”

Mu Shoucheng shook his head.

Rhetorical question:

"A hard-boiled egg, can you use technology to make it go back to what it was before?"

The young woman was silent.

Mu Shoucheng continued: "If you have the ability to bring destroyed organs back to life, and let hard-boiled eggs hatch back into chickens. ”

"With a little experiment, it can impact the Nobel Prize in Medicine, and even make the field of human medicine accumulate over a hundred years in an instant. You are the next Fleming, Einstein. ”

Wei Changsong listened on the side, with a wry smile on his face.

Mu Shoucheng was not only talking to the students, but also to Wei Changsong beside him.

"Mr. Wei, mourn."

"At present, there are many things that cannot be solved in the medical field, and Wei Lao's condition is difficult to treat."

Wei Changsong nodded slightly.

He stood in front of the bed with his hands behind his back.

The words that Wei Qingyi had said before were still echoing in his ears.

"There is a holy hand of Chinese medicine in Cloud City."

"In Tianyang Hospital, with the technique of channeling the gods, let Master Song Fu get into the needle and come back to life, if he is willing to make a move, my grandfather may still have a glimmer of hope."

Wei Changsong's eyes closed.

A miracle is a miracle because it can never happen.

Mu Shoucheng is already the ceiling of the Chinese medical community, and his attainments in blood diseases and kidneys are almost gods.

Something that even he couldn't do.

In the world, how can anyone be able to do it.

As Mu Shoucheng said, if you want to bring Old Man Wei back to life, unless the river flows backwards and the sun and moon reverse.

In this world, the river can never flow backwards, and the sun and the moon will not rotate against each other.

So Old Man Wei can't be cured either.

If the old man can be cured casually, how can uremia still be called one of the terminal diseases?

"Kidney failure."

"It is like rotten wood powder, irreversible, and cannot take root and sprout."

Eggs placed in boiling water, boiling water can be cooled and turned into cold water again, but what about eggs?

The atmosphere in the room was depressing, and everyone in the Wei family looked sad, and the parting of life and death was always sad.

Old Man Wei is many times better than ordinary people.

Ordinary people have no money and no power, and once they get a serious illness, they can't live purely on money like Song Fu and Old Man Wei.

Countless manpower and material resources to serve them.

In the world of ordinary people, once you get some incurable disease, you can only arrange the aftermath and wait for death.

Wei Changsong sighed.

"Over the years, my dad has forcibly continued his life and wasted a lot of energy, financial and material resources, Xiao Wei is really ashamed."

Mu Shoucheng nodded.

"In the field of medicine, there is no end to learning, I have been studying in fear all my life, but I can't do anything about Old Man Wei's illness."

"Isn't it a shame."

People don't think so.

Chinese people focus on humility, even if you have ten points of ability, you can only say seven points.

Mu Shoucheng is a medical master, full of honors, known for his rigor, and the patients he saved are unknown.

He spoke.

Everyone will only think that Mu Lao has a good heart and is highly respected.

Kidney failure!

In just four words, the life and death of Wei Lao were announced.

A person can say it casually, but in the hearts of people who know a little about medicine, these four words are like Mount Tai, and they weigh heavily in their hearts.

Irreversible, irreversible.

Unless the river flows backwards, the sun and the moon rotate in reverse direction, destroying the damaged organs, it can grow back like a reverse growth.

"Everything in the world, the cycle of life and death, just corresponds to the principle of the operation of heaven and earth."

"I hope that one day, I will live to see the scenes of these terminal diseases being cured, and by the way, what kind of means and technology can make the organs grow back and grow back."

"When the time comes, it can be used in other fields, which can be called a breakthrough across the era."

Mu Lao looked expectant.

The students behind him shook their heads secretly.

The only promising theories of microbiology, particle therapy, and evolutionary immunity in the human body have only just been proposed.

It will take at least decades, if not hundreds of years, to make a difference in these areas.

Some things, when they reach a bottleneck, seem to be further horizontal.

But if you want to go further, the time it takes to take this small step is unimaginable.

Just when everyone looked desperate, Wei Changsong was about to announce that he would give up treatment.

Two hurried footsteps were heard outside the door.

It was Wei Qingyi and Miss Song, who came from behind, holding Su Xuan's Creation Talisman and trotting in.

Mu Shoucheng was right.

If you want to save Wei Lao, ordinary medical methods are useless.

"Wait!"

Wei Qingyi came to the ward panting.

Everyone's eyes immediately focused on Wei Qingyi and Miss Song.

Miss Song took out a piece of rune paper.

His eyes looked at Wei Changsong pleadingly.

"Dad, let me try again."

There was an immediate reprimand.

"Nonsense!"

"Tsing Yi, can you be serious."

"Have you done less ridiculous things over the years?"

Even Mu Lao shook his head.

The little girl of the Wei family is too capable of making trouble.

In this world, how can there be any metaphysical methods, pill runes?