A romantic encounter with a miraculous doctor

When Ye Wutian and Jiang Senhui made a bet agreement, the nurse's little sister also ran back with the agreement sheet.

As soon as she handed the agreement to Su Zhiyuan, Ye Wutian approached her with a wicked smile and said, "Nurse little sister, your dean has already sold you to me, and you will be my Ye Wutian's from now on. "

"Ah?" The nurse's little sister looked at Jiang Senhui in surprise.

Jiang Senhui blushed, coughed twice hastily, and explained: "That's right, this little brother said he needed a private nurse, so I recommended you. Of course, you don't need to rush to agree to refuse, you can think about it first." consider."

Regarding Jiang Senhui's explanation, everyone was already unable to complain, and of course they would not expose Jiang Senhui's lies in person.

The nurse's little sister was confused, she stared at Ye Wutian and then at Jiang Senhui with her big beautiful eyes, and finally gave a dumbfounded oh.

Su Zhiyuan quickly signed the waiver agreement and pressed his fingerprints, then handed the agreement to Jiang Senhui, and asked, "Dean Jiang, do you think this is okay?"

Jiang Senhui took the agreement and checked it, then nodded, and said to Ye Wutian: "You can go in now."

Ye Wutian was also polite, walked into the ward swaggeringly, and the rest of the people followed.

The intensive care unit in front of me is well-equipped with TV, refrigerator, air conditioner, and computer, just like a high-end guest room in a big hotel.

On an advanced electric nursing bed in the middle of the room, Su Mengli's mother, Feng Shulan, was lying quietly. Her face was thin, her eyelids were closed tightly, and her mouth was covered with an oxygen mask. She seemed lifeless. The only thing that could prove that she was still alive What was there was the faintly fluttering electrocardiogram on the computer screen beside the bed.

Su Mengli walked to the bed and took her mother's hand, her eyes were already wet, this was her last hope to save her mother, but this hope was very slim.

Jiang Senhui and the others also gathered around the bed, their gazes were all cast on Ye Wutian, why did this young man talk nonsense when he knew it was impossible to cure him?Could it be that the brain is out of order?

Ye Wutian didn't care what others thought, after observing Feng Shulan for a while, he turned his head and said to the little nurse beside him: "Sister nurse, lend me your hand."

Although the nurse's little sister was puzzled, she stretched out her right hand cooperatively.

Everyone looked at Ye Wutian curiously, and saw that he excitedly grabbed the nurse's little sister's hand, touched it up and down, and murmured excitedly: "This jade hand, this skin, this feel , as I expected."

Everyone was stunned, this guy was still thinking about these dirty things at this time. . .

The nurse's little sister hastily withdrew her hand, because her boss was present, she could only roll her eyes at Ye Wutian with a blushing face, and didn't dare to make any radical words or deeds.

Ye Wutian smirked twice, then clapped his palms and announced: "Okay! This genius doctor is about to start casting spells now, so keep your eyes wide open and watch carefully."

After speaking, he stopped talking, bent down, stretched out his right hand to open Feng Shulan's eyelids, observed carefully for a long time, and then stretched out his hand to press several places on Feng Shulan's head.

Just when everyone was getting impatient, Ye Wutian finally straightened his back and said calmly, "It's really brain dead."

Ye Wutian looked at it for a long time, and unexpectedly suppressed such a nonsense, Su Mengli and others showed displeasure on their faces.

Jiang Senhui wiped his sweat and said sarcastically, "Aren't you talking nonsense? I have already told you in advance, who wouldn't say it."

Ye Wutian looked at Jiang Senhui and asked with a smile: "Then do you know what are the different types of brain death?"

Jiang Senhui was stunned for a moment, and then replied, "Brain death is brain death, what kind are there?"

Ye Wutian smiled proudly: "You don't know that, there are three types of brain death: the first is mild brain death; the second is moderate brain death; the third is severe brain death."

Jiang Senhui was speechless, and argued, "Who wouldn't know your general statement."

"Then why didn't you say that just now?" Ye Wutian questioned.

Jiang Senhui was speechless, and could only hum and say, "I think you're just playing tricks here."

Ye Wutian didn't care, but continued to ask: "Then do you know which type she belongs to?"

"Anyway, they're all brain-dead. It's up to you which one is not." Jiang Senhui always felt like a scholar who met a scoundrel, and couldn't understand the lawsuit.

Ye Wutian smiled casually, and said, "I think those old Western doctors in foreign countries only tell you to use equipment and drug stimulation to judge the state of brain death?"

"If you don't judge like this, what else can you do? Could it be that you still use what you see and hear?" Jiang Senhui retorted confidently.

Seeing that the two were arguing endlessly, Su Mengli said anxiously: "Hey! After watching for a long time, can it be cured?"

"Didn't I tell you your husband! There is no disease in this world that I can't cure. If I'm not wrong, the mother-in-law should have been in a coma for 1891 days." Ye Wutian said with certainty.

Su Mengli pinched her fingers and calculated, her eyes widened suddenly, and a look of surprise appeared on her face, "Counting the day of the car accident, it is indeed 1891 days."

Hearing what Su Mengli said, Jiang Senhui took a deep breath and looked at Ye Wutian like a monster. They didn't think that Ye Wutian could get such an accurate value by relying on blindness. , unless he knew the date of the accident in advance.

Jiang Senhui swallowed, and asked questioningly, "Young man, I don't know how you figured out this day?"

Ye Wutian shrugged his shoulders, said disapprovingly: "Of course it depends on what you Western doctors don't pay attention to."

If it is said that the patient's symptoms of brain death can be judged by looking, smelling and asking, there may be a little possibility, but even the date of the patient's coma can be seen, which is simply a fantasy.

Of course, what Ye Wutian used was not the usual way of seeing, hearing and asking. He used the diagnosis and treatment method of the spirit pivot, and used the true energy to cooperate with the acupoints to directly reach the focus of the lesion. From these two values, the brain death time of the patient can be calculated.

Although Jiang Senhui looked suspicious, Ye Wutian didn't want to explain too much to him, anyway, he only needed to cure him.

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