“Old man!”

Qiu Chunlan screamed and her body went limp. Several old ladies who were with her quickly supported her.

They helped her sit on the chair, and everyone's faces looked very sad.

The surprise I felt when I saw Mr. Xu stand up just now disappeared in an instant.

Qiu Chunlan's son and daughter hurried over to comfort the old lady.

"Old Lu, what are the chances of being cured?"

Qiu Chunlan sat in the chair and adjusted herself for a while, then immediately asked again.

"Chunlan, this...I'm afraid it's less than 10%."

Dr. Lu sighed, shook his head and told the truth.

In this situation, it is better to tell the truth.

Why give people hope only to disappoint them in the end?

When the bad news comes, won’t it be even more difficult for the living to accept it?

Mr. Zheng is old and frail, and even if he is cured, the sequelae are unavoidable.

Hemiplegia and vegetative state are both possible.

He couldn't tell for sure now, he could only try his best to rescue.

Qiu Chunlan heard less than 10% of it, and her energy seemed to be drained away.

He collapsed in the chair, and his children around him immediately tried to comfort him.

"Uncle Lu, let me sign it."

The eldest son sitting next to Qiu Chunlan took the critical illness notice from Dr. Lu with a sad face.

With trembling hands, he signed his name.

Dr. Lu took the notice, turned around and walked into the IICU ward.

But he was blocked by a figure.

Dr. Lu looked up and recognized the person.

"Old Xu is here too. I'm still busy. We can talk later if there's anything else."

After saying that, Dr. Lu walked around Mr. Xu and headed towards the ward again.

However, halfway through the journey, Dr. Lu suddenly stopped.

He turned his head like lightning and looked at Mr. Xu, then lowered his gaze to look at Mr. Xu's legs.

The critical illness notice in his hand slipped directly from his hand.

Pointing at Mr. Xu's legs, his face was full of surprise and confusion.

"Old Xu, how did you stand up?!"

Dr. Lu asked in extreme shock.

The three old men who were watching the fun on the side looked at each other and smiled.

If you want to know who knows Lao Xu's legs best, it's none other than Lao Lu.

It was Old Lu who had sentenced Old Xu's legs to death, but now he saw Old Xu standing in front of him intact.

Now Old Lu is probably questioning his life, right?

"Now that my legs have been healed, I can stand up naturally."

Mr. Xu said very seriously that he wanted to treat Old Zheng successfully.

It is necessary to convince Old Lu, so that the medicine given by Xiao Che can be successfully fed into Old Zheng's mouth.

Old Master Xu has full confidence in Xiao Che's medicine.

But others don’t believe it!

So if you want to convince Old Lu, you must let him know how powerful Jiang Che is.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

When Dr. Lu heard Mr. Xu say that his leg was cured, he ran over screaming as if struck by lightning.

He just squatted on the ground and forcibly pulled up Mr. Xu's trouser legs.

Touching Mr. Xu's scarred calf, that obsessed expression.

People who don’t know the situation might think that Dr. Lu has some special hobby.

Seeing that Old Lu didn't believe it, Old Master Xu smiled.

He lifted his feet and walked back and forth in the aisle for a few steps.

Then he came to Dr. Lu again.

"What do you think, Old Lu? Still not convinced?"

Doctor Lu looked at Mr. Xu walking back and forth in disbelief, and his heart was filled with turmoil.

He knew very well what the condition of Mr. Xu's legs was.

Grade 4 rheumatoid arthritis, severe and irreversible necrotic lesions of the kneecap.

In addition to rheumatism, there is also nerve necrosis caused by metal poisoning.

For such a serious illness, it would be useless even if all the doctors in the world were called!

But now, Old Xu was standing steadily in front of him.

Could it be that I made a wrong diagnosis?

Impossible, absolutely impossible. Old Xu's medical records are still in his office.

"Old Xu, tell me quickly, who healed your leg?"

"What medicine did you use and how did you treat it?"

Doctor Lu excitedly grabbed Mr. Xu's arm and asked excitedly.

If this is true, then the person who cured Lao Xu must be a master beyond his imagination.

What kind of miraculous medical skill is it that can cure legs with nerve necrosis?

If this is promoted, paralysis and vegetative state may no longer be terminal illnesses.

"Old Lu, calm down first. My leg was cured by an old Chinese doctor in the mountains. Even if I told you, you wouldn't recognize him."

"The treatment methods are not very complicated, just some Chinese medicine and massage."

Old Master Xu simply said that he couldn't reveal Jiang Che's identity.

If you want to make Old Lu believe it now, you must portray Xiao Che as a hermit and talented person.

Only in this way can credibility be higher.

"Traditional Chinese medicine and massage, this... this can work?!"

After hearing this, Dr. Lu muttered to himself and fell into deep self-doubt.

Can traditional Chinese medicine and massage treat nerve necrosis?

This is too fantastical. Nerve necrosis is a permanent and irreversible terminal illness.

It is necrosis at the cellular level, just like a severed limb cannot regenerate.

Are the things left by our ancestors really so magical?

Could it be that after studying medicine for so many years, I have been studying in the wrong direction?

"Old Xu, where is that master? Can you take me to see him?"

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