Chapter 62 Can drinking water cure diseases?

Shen Wanjun blushed from the kisses, and she was so tired in the middle of the night that Song Zhan finally let her go to sleep.

After a busy day, Shen Wanjun slept soundly until dawn.

Song Juan and Huang Ya brought breakfast over.

Huang Ya walked ahead. Without thinking much, he pushed open the door and met Song Zhan's angry gaze. He was so frightened that he immediately retreated.

Song Juan asked, "Dr. Huang, what's wrong?"

Look at the look in his eyes, it's like he's seen a ghost.

Huang Ya: "Let's not go in yet."

He grabbed Song Juan and tried to leave, but Song Juan disagreed: "What are you doing? My brother and sister-in-law haven't eaten yet."

She got up late today, and by the time she finished shopping, it was almost lunchtime.

My brother and sister-in-law must be starving.

"If they haven't eaten, they haven't eaten. They're not hungry," Huang Ya tried to dissuade them.

But Song Juan wouldn't listen: "How could they not be hungry? What are you doing blocking the way? Get out of the way!"

Huang Ya couldn't persuade Song Juan otherwise, so she had to step aside.

Song Juan pushed open the door carrying a bunch of food and saw Song Zhan holding Shen Wanjun, who was sleeping soundly.

To be precise, Shen Wanjun was fast asleep while Song Zhan was glaring at her.

"Um... Brother... are you... hungry?" Song Juan's face flushed slightly, and she began to stutter.

Although I often see my brother and sister-in-law interacting intimately at home, it's mostly just verbal.

Seeing the two of them embracing so vividly at this moment greatly surprised Song Juan, a country girl.

She had never seen her parents be so intimate, and there was no one in the village who was so bold.

The intimacy between Song Zhan and Shen Wanjun far exceeded Song Juan's expectations.

What was a heartwarming and beautiful scene felt like something dirty to her.

Its eroticism is no less than that of the two people doing that.

She quickly put her things down, turned around, ran out, and closed the door.

A series of actions were completed in an instant.

Seeing Song Juan come out blushing like an October apple, Huang Ya leaned against the wall and laughed nonstop.

"I told you not to go in, you little kid, you're scared out of your wits."

Huang Ya felt very embarrassed by Shen Wanjun and Song Zhan's behavior, after all, he was a well-traveled and knowledgeable person.

But Song Juan was different; she was still a naive young girl.

Song Juan looked up and said irritably, "They're just sleeping."

Huang Ya's tone made it sound as if her brother and sister-in-law were doing something shady.

Song Juan unconsciously defended her brother and sister-in-law, saying, "We came at the wrong time."

After thinking for a moment, she added, "Next time, remember to knock before you go in."

Huang Ya clicked his tongue twice, "How can you blame me for this?"

He reserved two beds for Song Zhan and Shen Wanjun, but they didn't expect that they wouldn't even bother to sleep in them.

If I had known this would happen, I would have let Song Juan sleep in that spot.

No, Song Juan can't sleep either.

If anyone disturbs Song Zhan and Shen Wanjun's sleep, Song Zhan will give them a hard time, no matter who it is.

Huang Ya himself couldn't sleep next to the two of them; he didn't want to be subjected to their public displays of affection.

Huang Ya glanced at his watch: "It's almost time for the appointment. If your brother doesn't get up soon, he'll miss his doctor's appointment."

Song Juan paced back and forth in the corridor, and finally couldn't help but knock on the door: "Brother, get up."

A voice from inside replied, "Okay, come in."

Song Zhan let her in, but having learned from the previous experience, Song Juan stood at the door for a long time without moving.

It wasn't until Shen Wanjun opened the door and said, "Come in quickly, it's cold outside," that things changed.

"Good morning, Dr. Huang."

Shen Wanjun, unaware of what had just happened, greeted the two warmly.

After a quick breakfast, I went to the clinic.

The doctor told them good news and bad news.

The good news is that the neurons in Song Zhan's lower back that were originally necrotic have shown signs of activity again.

The bad news is that a nerve transplant is needed for a full recovery.

"This type of surgery is still being tried abroad, but we can't do it here right now," the doctor said regretfully.

Shen Wanjun has heard of this type of surgery, which involves advanced technologies such as nerve transplantation, catheter bridging, stem cell therapy, and gene editing.

Even in China, these technologies are still in the clinical trial stage.

The fact is that once the central nervous system cells (neurons) of an adult die, they usually cannot regenerate.

This is because the central nervous system lacks sufficient regenerative microenvironment (such as neurotrophic factors) and inhibitory factors (such as myelin-associated inhibitory proteins).

But Shen Wanjun has the Spirit Spring Water, which can completely make up for this.

"Doctor, my husband had no feeling in his legs before, but now he can move his toes and his left leg."

Song Zhan demonstrated that he could raise his left leg a little higher, but he couldn't feel much in his right leg, although his toes could move.

The doctor was very surprised and called over many other doctors to observe and study the situation.

He asked, "Has Comrade Song received any treatment elsewhere?"

Huang Ya answered for him: "No, he just takes some medicine routinely at the military hospital."

Some very cheap medications that are not very effective.

Song Zhan: "My wife gives me massages and acupuncture every night, which should be quite helpful. Oh, and she also tells me to drink more water."

Every time he finishes drinking water, he feels full of energy.

"Massage and acupuncture are probably not very effective, and drinking water is even less helpful," the doctor frowned.

If drinking water could cure diseases, then what's the point of having doctors?

That makes sense, but Song Zhan's leg has indeed improved, and they still can't figure out the specific reason.

All I could say was, "It's already a miracle that Comrade Song's leg has recovered to this extent."

The doctor listed Song Zhan as a key person for observation and suggested that he be hospitalized to cooperate with medical research.

After thinking for a moment, Song Zhan said to Shen Wanjun, "Let's go back."

The hospital couldn't figure it out either, so I might as well go home and continue with massages, acupuncture, and drinking water.

Shen Wanjun nodded: "Okay."

It wasn't that she didn't trust hospitals; it was just that the technology wasn't advanced enough yet.

Huang Ya refused: "Battalion Commander Song, why don't you stay a few more days? Anyway, there's nothing going on at home."

Every extra day we stay here is an extra day of hope.

If the doctors here can't save Song Zhan's leg, then it's almost impossible for him to stand up again in his lifetime.

"The New Year is almost here, and I want to go home as soon as possible," Song Zhan said.

Unfortunately, the doctor had no choice but to comply with his wishes.

Shen Wanjun carried a pile of medicine and pushed Song Zhan out of the clinic.

The three of them left the hospital, and it started snowing outside.

The driver told them they couldn't go back today because it was dangerous on the road.

Song Juan said, "What if the snow falls heavily tomorrow? Wouldn't that be even more dangerous?"

The driver looked up at the sky, waved his hand, and said, "No, trust me."

As the group talked at the door, Shen Wanjun saw the person she least wanted to see in her life—Zhong Chuchu.

Zhong Chuchu was bruised and swollen, and Jiang Weiguo had to help her walk, taking one step and then resting for two.

She was hunched over, looking like an old woman in her seventies or eighties.

He was completely different from his previous arrogant and domineering self.

At this moment, her eyes were lifeless, and her face looked miserable.

Noticing someone watching her, she turned her head and saw Shen Wanjun in a black coat and leather boots.

Even the heavy military cap couldn't hide her beauty; her bright, watery eyes looked even more lively against the backdrop of the red scarf.

She took a breath, her face darkening, and said, "My dear sister, did you come here specifically to make a fool of myself?"