Shang Di was ushered upstairs to a room facing the sunlight, which seemed to be the top ward in some hospital.

Shang Di took a cursory look at the electric bed, infusion pump, bedside monitor, central monitor, ventilator, anesthesia machine, electrocardiogram machine, defibrillator, as well as the refrigerator that can be adjusted to adapt to the temperature within half a minute placed next to it, as well as various drugs placed in the refrigerator.

Well, in terms of equipment, it can already be equivalent to half an ICU.

Not to mention anything else, just the refrigerated cabinet, the power consumption of that thing can make the average wage earner throw half a month's salary into it, which belongs to the level that ordinary residents have to come to the door to see if they have this power consumption.

It deserves to be the home of high-ranking officials.

Just, normal rich businessmen have no money to say that they have such equipment in their homes.

In addition to David Rockefeller, this man is not to mention the equipment, that is, the suitable donors for liver transplantation, well, that is, the living people with the right liver matching type have been provided with four good food and drink in their own homes. Half a million dollars a year, and the only job is to provide a suitable liver as soon as the old man eats and drinks and revels all night and spoils his liver.

Uncle even has a living heart donor.

The uncle reveled so much that he lived to be 101 years old before he died.

You see, this is the supreme preferential treatment of technological progress for the wealthy.

If you offend him, you can't do anything for thirty years, and you may die faster than him.

And now, Emperor Shang has the same feeling in the face of such equipment.

I'm super, what a plug-in.

Emperor Shang wore a set of sterile equipment, and took a closer look at the old man of the Feiran family who was lying on the hospital bed and was filled with various tubes.

Then he nodded.

Indeed, as I expected, the lungs are irreversibly fibrosis, and other organs are failing at the same time.

The old man's body is like a machine.

Theoretically, in addition to the central control system, that is, the brain, all other important organs can be solved by transplantation. It doesn't matter if you have a heart, liver, spleen, stomach and kidneys. Modern medicine is like this, what you think is hopeless, as long as you match enough to change one.

But now the old man's problem is that from the door of the machine, to the gears inside, to the oil inside, hey, it's all broken.

The computer can be dismantled, and all other accessories can be thrown away.

But what the Fei family wants is for the original entire machine to operate normally, which is where the contradiction lies.

Ye Wutian's treatment method can't solve the problem, he can ensure that your machine can be overloaded for two or three months at most, at the cost of not giving a chance to repair at all, and he can't even leave a last word when the time comes. That is, it is just a long time to return to the light.

This is also in line with the thinking of the witch doctors.

We don't care if the pharaoh died a tragic death, whether there is still a breath of vitality left behind, we just want the pharaoh to bounce normally for a while and complete the transfer of power.

After reading it, Emperor Shang retreated and took off his protective clothing.

"How?" Fei Ran's father watched Emperor Shang retreat, his heart tightened, and he couldn't help but step forward and ask directly.

"To tell the truth, the old man runs out of oil and the lamp is dry, and the medicine stone is hopeless." Emperor Shang touched his chin, "The doctor you ask should also understand what the old man's physical condition is, any doctor who comes will not say that the old man can be cured, but will only tell you that he can prolong his death for a few years, right?" ”

"Of course." But as long as modern medicine has a way, it will not hit it off with Ye Wutian.

But the Fei family pressed their hearts to kill Emperor Shang, and promised such a big pie, not to listen to Emperor Shang's correct nonsense.

Emperor Shang naturally knew the man's thoughts, and then smiled faintly.

"So, my answer to you is that I can get your old man back on his feet and move like a normal person for a while. But it didn't come without a price. Emperor Shang touched his chin and said, "Compared to Mr. Ye, who can only let the old man live for two to five months, I can let the old man live for at least another five years." ”

The man's eyes lit up, and then he immediately sobered up, and then asked Emperor Shang, "You have been telling me the price, what is the price?" ”

"To put it simply, I will have an upper limit of fifty times for targeted destruction of cell replication and rebirth, not limited by the existence of the gene itself." Emperor Shang looked at the old man's body lying there, and said something that was enough to make the biological world tremble, "Uncontrolled cell self-replication, similar to something, uncle should know, right?" ”

"Cancer?"

"Yes. In the first four years, and even the first four and a half years, the old man will have the ability to move like a normal person, and even participate in all kinds of strenuous sports. But in the last half year, all the cancers that can be called the number one in the history of medicine will break out in the old man, and any treatment will become impossible. You will watch the old man die in endless agony, and it is impossible to be in peace before death. ”

Do you think humans can receive miracles casually?

Miracles that can be experienced by human beings are only transient and unaffected. Miracles that are lasting and have a profound impact come at a terrible price.

For example, the Chinese nation itself, in ancient times, you occupied the Central Plains, which was easy to cultivate, and the temperature difference between the four seasons was not large, and of course you had to endure the slaughter of the nomads when they were hit by a snowstorm and had no food rations.

You will inherit the favor that your ancestors have given you, and you will have to bear the calamity that this favor brings.

"Is there any other cost?"

"Absolutely. Before the cancer in the old man's body fully erupts, he will have a period of madness of two months to three months, that is, around the third and fifth months of the fourth year, when the cells in his body will overgrow and press on his nerves, and all his actions will become unreasonable, and may even endanger your own safety. Emperor Shang spread his hands, "And since the cells themselves are in good condition, the damage he causes will be no less than that of an ordinary adult strong man." ”

To put it simply, being a filial son is easy to be beaten to death by an unreasonable old man.

"In the end, the old man himself will consume far more food than ordinary people. But I don't think it's a special price for your family, and the rest of it won't be there. After speaking, Emperor Shang leaned back on the chair in the room, "How to do it, you decide." ”

"Don't need other medicines, like 100-year-old ginseng, that are hard to find?"

"That's not the same way as me, and it's easy to get bad when you use it." Emperor Shang shrugged.

This thing of mine is equivalent to a miracle, and a miracle does not require medicine to hang one's life.