The doctors were all a little unsure.
This patient is so strange!
Blood and urine tests, all the values were normal.
However, he was indeed revived from a state of unconsciousness, profuse sweating, extremely low blood pressure, and even cardiac arrest.
They simply injected him with the maximum amount of hormones they could find.
No one knows if he has fully recovered, let alone when his next attack will occur if he hasn't.
Therefore, the doctors instructed his henchmen to keep him in the observation room and not to leave the bed, even to use the toilet in bed.
When the lackeys were carrying out the task, Ding Honglei flew into a rage and smashed over the chamber pot, yelling, "I'm done!"
Watching the chamber pot roll away, the lackey remained loyal and said, "Boss, the doctor said your illness hasn't been diagnosed yet, so you can't get out of bed!"
Ding Honglei said irritably, "Xiao Qiu, is this your first day with me? I've had this illness flare-up so many times, and every time I've been rescued, I'm back to normal as if nothing happened."
The lackey said anxiously, "But this time it's particularly serious. You were unconscious for a very long time, your systolic blood pressure was only 50, and your diastolic blood pressure was undetectable! And your heart stopped beating for a full half minute!"
"I'm all better now!" As if to prove his point, Ding Honglei jumped up, swayed a few times, and then sat back down on the bed.
This time, it's definitely more serious than ever before.
Once the large cluster of golden stars in front of him had faded, Ding Honglei spoke again: "Still no news about that old Chinese medicine doctor?!"
The lackey said with a mournful face, "I've made several calls just now. Now, not only you, but also Han Weiguo and Lian Xun are looking for this old Chinese medicine doctor. Moreover, they know more than we do; they already know that the old Chinese medicine doctor's surname is Song, and that he was the last disciple of that legendary doctor Crane!"
"Surname Song? I've never heard of that before?" Ding Honglei asked with some suspicion.
"He's a free spirit, he never shows his face!" the lackey exclaimed. "I heard he's quite old!"
"He's quite old?!" Ding Honglei's lips curled into a smile. "Since he's old, he must have children and grandchildren, right?"
"Boss, I don't think this Dr. Song is easy to deal with. We can't afford to offend him!" The lackey waved his hands repeatedly. "Think about it, he's a favorite of Chief Cheng, and he'll soon be able to get in touch with Han Weiguo and Lian Xun. Which of these big shots can we afford to offend?"
Ding Honglei's eyes turned gloomy: "Since Han Weiguo and Lian Xun are looking for him, we don't need to waste our energy. Let's just wait for this person to surface! I just hope he's really capable!"
"He must really be skilled! But boss, every doctor specializes in treating different illnesses. Of the dozen or so doctors you consulted before, I guess none of them could cure your condition. Getting treatment also depends on fate!" the lackey comforted him.
Unexpectedly, upon hearing this, Ding Honglei slapped the lackey across the face: "What nonsense are you spouting? All you do is spew filth! If others hear this, they'll think I'm promoting feudal superstition here!"
The lackey immediately became stern: "Boss, I was wrong! Boss, please calm down!"
Both of them forgot about Ding Youliang and Xia Tianxiu, who were being escorted halfway there.
Upstairs above them was a brightly lit operating room.
Jin Xingqiu is performing lumbar spine surgery on Ding Youliang.
The surgery had been going on for three hours and was clearly not going well.
Upon receiving the call, Wang Youhe rushed over from Dingjiatun and waited outside the operating room with its red light on, his eyes already swollen from crying.
Xia Tianxiu, holding a raw sweet potato, had already closed her eyes in a daze in the thin oxygen of the unfamiliar cellar, and it was unclear whether she had fallen asleep or fainted.
...
Ice City, Lianyuan's home.
After a long and eventful day, Lian Xun returned home to find not the warmth of his family and a hot meal, but a glass flying straight at his forehead.
Lian Xun nimbly caught the cup and looked at Lian Jianjian, who had thrown it: "Good son, have you been good today?"
Lian Jianjian is a 23-year-old young man with a strong physique and well-developed muscles.
But the expression on his face was that of a five or six-year-old child throwing a tantrum, and he mumbled incoherently, "Bad dad! You promised to read comic books with me, and you're back so late!"
Lian Xun sighed and handed the cup in her hand to the nanny who had rushed over.
The nanny looked nervous: "Director Lian, I'm so sorry, I was cleaning up the kitchen just now..."
"How did you let him get the glass again?" Lian Xun asked sternly. "Do I need to tell you how dangerous that is?"
The nanny looked at the glass in her hand: "It's this one! This is the one that went missing last week! It seems either I'm forgetting, or Jianjian hid it!"
At this moment, Lian Jianjian said smugly to the two of them, "I hid it! Can't find it, can you? You're both big idiots!"
Lian Xun sighed and sat down on the sofa.
Lian Jianjian handed him a picture book: "Dad! Read it!"
Lian Xun mechanically opened the book and began to tell Lian Jianjian a story.
The nanny cautiously approached: "I've put the food in the steamer with hot water underneath. Please remember to eat!"
Lian Xun made a gesture while continuing to tell the story.
He had been living like this for ten years.
Lian Jianjian started to show signs of intellectual decline when he was thirteen.
When the problem was first discovered, his wife quit her job and took Lian Jianjian to Beijing for treatment.
He stayed in a hospital in Beijing for six months at a time.
When he returned, not only was he not well, but his intelligence had also deteriorated to the level he is now.
He changed his son's name to "Jianjian," but it was to no avail.
My wife stayed home to take care of our son until three years ago when she fell ill from overwork and passed away prematurely.
We've already gone through seven or eight nannies.
Over the years, Lian Xuan has never given up on treating her son.
The cause of the son's illness has been found—a small tumor in his brain.
It's just that its location is too tricky, making surgery impossible.
This tumor is functional; although it has grown very slowly over the years, it will one day explode like a time bomb.
By then, perhaps that day will be the end of it all.
As Lian Xun told the story, her eyes gradually welled up with tears.
His deceased wife gazes at him and their son in her portrait.
Two hours later, Lian Xun coaxed Lian Jianjian to sleep and made a phone call.
"What? Cheng Weiguo has given in? He said that the old Chinese medicine doctor's surname is Song?!"
Hearing that there was new information about the old Chinese medicine doctor he had been inquiring about, Lian Xun's eyes lit up immediately. "What else did you find out? What? Doctor Song is the last disciple of that legendary doctor He?! ...Good, good, call me as soon as you have any news! No matter how late!"
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