"No! Doctor, he's so young! How can he become a vegetable! He can't!"
Shen Xiang suddenly grabbed the doctor's arm and shouted at the top of her lungs, tears streaming down her face like broken beads.
"Doctor, I beg you, I'll pay any price! I'm begging you on my knees!"
As she spoke, she slammed her knees heavily onto the cold ground with a thud, ignoring the pain and pleading desperately.
"Please, please save my son! I can't live without him! I can't!"
The doctor quickly helped her up, his voice heavy and helpless: "Sigh... comrade, please get up. If we could save her, we would certainly do our best. But with current medical technology, we are truly helpless; we can only leave it to the child's own fate."
He paused, then added, "If he can wake up, hopefully in the next few days. Spend more time with him, talk to him more; perhaps the calls of loved ones can awaken his dormant consciousness."
The doctor knew in his heart that these words were just words of comfort, and that such hope was extremely slim, no different from hoping for a miracle.
In this era, for those who become disabled due to injury and end up in a vegetative state, apart from a few powerful and wealthy families who can barely support them, the vast majority of ordinary families ultimately have no choice but to give up.
Because the money and effort required are simply beyond the reach of ordinary people.
He looked at the desperate mother before him, feeling immense sympathy.
But she also knew that she was powerless to do anything about it.
The doctor's words were like a heavy hammer struck Shen Xiang's heart, shattering her last hope.
She slumped onto the cold ground, all her strength seemingly drained away, leaving only empty eyes.
The surrounding whispers, sympathies, and sighs all turned into a faint buzzing, swirling around her ears but unable to penetrate her already numb heart.
Just as Shen Xiang's world was completely collapsing and being swallowed by darkness, a series of even more hurried and chaotic footsteps came from the other end of the corridor.
"Quick! Make way! Emergency! A patient has fainted!"
The nurses carried a makeshift stretcher and rushed frantically toward the emergency room.
A man lay on the stretcher, his face ashen, his eyes closed, and he was unconscious.
Shen Xiang caught a glimpse of it and could hardly believe her eyes.
She struggled to her feet and staggered towards the stretcher. When she saw the familiar face on the stretcher, everything went black and the world spun around her.
"Brother Weiguo?!"
How could it be him?
How could he have turned out like this?
"Uncle Wang, what... what exactly is going on?"
Zhang Weimin, who arrived later, was also stunned.
He had just arrived after hearing the news of Tang Jiang's car accident, and before he could even find out what happened, he saw that his own younger brother had also been taken to the emergency room.
Grandpa Wang wiped his sweat and said, panting, "I...I don't know either! I just thought that since Tang Jiang was in trouble, Wei Guo, as his godfather, would definitely know, so I went to inform him."
"Who knew that as soon as I finished speaking, his face turned pale in an instant, his body swayed, and then... he just fell straight down!"
Grandpa Wang's words were like the last straw, completely breaking Shen Xiang's already fragile nerves.
Brother Weiguo... has also fallen?
How could that be?
At this moment, her world became a desolate wasteland.
Shen Xiang can no longer recall what happened next.
Like a puppet whose soul had been taken away, she was half-supported and half-dragged by Zhang Weimin to a bench in the corridor.
Her eyes stared blankly at the two emergency rooms with their red lights on—one that held her very being, the other that held her soul.
Zhang Weimin was completely thrown into a panic.
He was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, muttering repeatedly, "How could this happen... how could this happen..."
Time slipped away second by second in the agony.
Finally, the emergency room door opened for Zhang Weiguo.
It was the same doctor who had diagnosed Tang Jiang, and his face showed even more weariness.
Seeing Shen Xiang looking lost and Zhang Weimin looking anxious on the bench, he sighed heavily.
What a wonderful New Year...
What kind of ghosts or gods did this family offend?
It was so tragic!
"Doctor! How is my brother?"
Zhang Weimin rushed forward in one stride.
"The patient suffered from acute stress syncope,"
The doctor said in a somber tone, "Simply put, it means that you have experienced intense emotional stimulation, and your brain has forcibly 'shut down' in order to protect itself."
"Then...when will he wake up?"
Zhang Weimin pressed for an answer.
The doctor shook his head, his expression grave: "The situation is not optimistic. We have already given him sedatives and nutritional supplements, but although his vital signs are stable, there is no sign that he is waking up."
"We suspect... that the patient himself doesn't want to wake up at all."
"Don't you want to wake up?"
Zhang Weimin and Shen Xiang were both stunned.
"Yes,"
The doctor explained, "This is a psychological state of 'suspended consciousness.' He heard news that he couldn't bear, and his subconscious chose to escape."
"In this situation, medication can have little effect. The key is the patient's own will and... what kind of mental block makes him unwilling to face reality."
The doctor's gaze fell on Shen Xiang, with a hint of inquiry and sympathy.
He had just learned from the nurse that the man who had fallen into a coma had collapsed after hearing the devastating news about the child in a vegetative state.
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