"Old Meng, I'm sorry, I've tried my best." At this time, President Qiu's face was a little pale and weak, his body was trembling slightly, and he didn't close his eyes all night. The old man, who was over 60 years old, looked tired.

Unbearable.

Opposite him, standing a man in his fifties, with a straight figure and a thick face that left traces of time, giving people a sense of upright and majestic atmosphere, and those pairs should have been transparent

His eyes were now covered by sadness.

"Uncle Qiu, save Xiaohua, save Xiaohua." A sad cry echoed in the aisle. A woman in her thirties was full of tears and begging Dean Qiu bitterly. It should have been a peerless person.

The youthful face is now haggard and compassionate, and I let the tears stay there, completely unaware of it.

The man standing beside the woman, at the same age, had a slightly mature face, but at this moment he was numb. Tears were turning in the tiger's eyes, as if he was trying his best to restrain himself, but he did not shed.

He just stood there blankly, and he was stunned.

"Uncle Qiu, does Xiaohua really have no hope? He is only seven years old, only seven years old." The man clenched his fists tightly, tried his best to restrain his emotions, and looked at Qiu blankly.

The dean's voice was trembling.

"Zhenyang, we sent Xiaohua's blood samples to the Wucheng Blood Genetics Center, the National Genetics Research Institute, and the most authoritative medical center of JD.com, but the cause was not detected and the pathology of this disease could not be confirmed.

, We can't find any effective treatment methods." Dean Qiu reached out and rubbed his face twice, sobering himself as much as possible, and said powerlessly.

At this moment, looking at the family members of these sad patients, the elderly doctor felt so powerless. The child who should have been active and active is now lying in the intensive care unit, dying, and

From beginning to end, they can do nothing.

As a result, from the day Meng Xiaohua was admitted to the hospital, he had actually expected that he did not want his friends and the young couple to despair, so he did not tell them clearly that this day would still have to

Come.

That strange disease not only tortures the young child and his family, but also tortures all the doctors who treat their children, leaving them at a loss. In the end, even the cause and pathology cannot be confirmed, and they can only helplessly

Watching this terrible disease take this young life.

The door of the intensive care unit was pushed open, and several experts in white coats walked out one after another. Everyone had a serious face and a little low mood. After seeing the child's family and the old dean, they shook their powerlessly.

He raised his head and showed his powerlessness.

"Let the child be discharged from the hospital and let him take a last breath of fresh air outside." An elderly expert who walked out sighed and stopped for a moment, his voice was a little bitter and powerless.

All the experts and doctors were silent. The old expert expressed their thoughts. Although this may make the children's family completely desperate, the reality is that they are not miraculous doctors. Faced with that strange disease, they will turn their back on the truth.

Fatigue.

"No...my children will be fine. You are all quack doctors, quack doctors kill people." The woman had lost her mind and tears kept flowing down. She glared and pointed at all the experts, shouting hysterically.

"Xiufang, okay, don't do this." The man hugged his wife who had lost her mind into his arms. At this moment, the tears hidden in his eyes could no longer be held back and slid down his cheeks. The man had

The tears don’t come easily, but the sadness has not arrived.

"Brother Qiu, you can try it again, let's try it last. We have been together for twenty years. You can't watch it. I, a white-haired man, send a black-haired man."

Lao Meng's man pinched his mouth hard, and a hoarse pleading sound came from between his fingers.

"Lao Meng, let the child be discharged from the hospital." Dean Qiu took a deep breath, and used all his strength to say this.

"Director Qiu, let me give it a try." At this moment, a young man's voice came from not far from the aisle. The voice was not very high, but it was like a thunderclap, hitting every one.

In the heart of a person.

The entire aisle was completely quiet at this moment. Everyone turned their heads and looked in that direction. In the aisle, a young man in pajamas walked slowly towards this side.

When he saw Zhuang Lin coming, Dean Qiu was obviously stunned for a moment. After a brief moment of being stunned, he woke up again, and then became angry. He had indeed fainted and actually gave Zhuang Lin, a disciple of the miracle doctor, to

Forgot.

"Xiaozhuang, you are here, I..." President Qiu trembled and greeted him. He felt his voice tremble.

"Old Dean, I have learned about the basic situation from Lao Liu and Lao Zhang. Time is tight, so let me go and see the child first." Zhuang Lin shook his hand and refused to let President Qiu go again

Speaking, he said quickly.

"Okay, okay, okay, let's go in and talk." Saving people is like putting out a fire. President Qiu also knew that it was not a long-winded time. He hurriedly held Zhuang Lin's hand, ignored the others, and hurriedly heading towards the severe disease.

Walking into the ward.

After President Qiu pulled Zhuang Lin into the intensive care unit, the experts who had just come out hesitated for a moment, then quickly followed. Finally, there were only a few doctors and children's families in the aisle.

In the intensive care unit, Zhuang Lin saw the child named Meng Xiaohua for the first time. On the wide bed, his small body was lying there. On his tender face, he could not see any anger except paleness.

The whole person was already in a coma.

He walked to the bed, reached out to grab the little boy's thin little hand, took off all the instruments on it, and put his fingers on his pulse.

During the time when Zhuang Lin took the little boy's pulse, everyone in the ward held their breath, afraid that their slightest sound would affect his pulse. They stared at him without blinking, waiting.

The final result.

Everyone knows that this is also the last little hope of this poor child. If even Zhuang Lin, a disciple of a miracle doctor, is powerless, then he really has no hope.

Time passed by little by little. At first, Zhuang Lin's face was calm, but gradually, his face became solemn. After about a minute, his entire brows were twisted together, and Dean Qiu

When others were waiting for him, his mood also changed with his face, and the little hope became increasingly slim.

"Xiaozhuang, how about it?" It was not until Zhuang Lin opened his eyes and moved his hand away from the boy's pulse that Dean Qiu dared to ask questions.

Zhuang Lin shook his head and did not answer him immediately. His mood was a little heavy at this time. The result of taking the pulse was as he had previously guessed, this cute little boy was indeed suffering from the infamous named Neuronacora Nutrition.

Undesirable disease.

So far, there are only five confirmed cases of this disease worldwide. Even the United States, which has the most advanced medical standards, has no effective solution to treat this disease so far. It can be said that this is more common than cancer.

A terrible disease.

"Why, can't you diagnose the cause?" Seeing Zhuang Lin shook his head, Director Qiu just thought he hadn't diagnosed anything, and the little hope that had just risen in his heart was shattered again.
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