Under Chen Feng's persuasion, Sun Zhiwen finally compromised, and took Chen Feng to a room on the second floor to the south, where sunlight shone in from the broken glass window outside, making people feel warm and warm, this should be the best location here, the location of the room is located north to south, lukewarm, the room is very tidy, almost spotless, all kinds of things and furnishings are taken care of neatly, Chen Feng was surprised to find that there is a photo of Sun Simiao placed in the room.
Sun Simiao?
Sun Zhiwen?
Both of these people are surnamed Sun?
Could it be that there is some relationship between them?
Sun Zhiwen seemed to see Chen Feng's doubts, and opened his mouth to solve his doubts: "Doctor Sun Simiao is the ancestor of our industry, although my surname is Sun, but I have no blood relationship with the Sun family, I put the photo of the ancestor here, just to hope that he can bless my son to wake up as soon as possible." ” "I see."
Only then did Chen Feng know the meaning of Sun Simiao's photo appearing here.
On a bed in the room, there was a young man sleeping quietly, looking at him like that, his age didn't seem to be very big, no more than thirty years old, and this Sun Zhiwen was already a centenarian, so how could he have such a young son?
Chen Feng felt a little incredible, but this was someone's private matter, and he didn't want to ask too much.
Sun Zhiwen is actually an old man, his wife is an elderly woman, when she gave birth to his son, she died in childbirth, fortunately, the son finally survived, although he cherished his son very much, but ......
Unexpectedly, his son still encountered an unfortunate thing, which made Sun Lao feel dead, and even his favorite pharmacy was usually not taken care of very much, so the business of this pharmacy would plummet, which was the scene that Chen Feng saw at that time.
"Have you massaged the young master?"
Sun Zhiwen asked a middle-aged woman beside the bed.
"Master, I've already done it in the morning."
The middle-aged woman, a physiotherapist, was invited by Sun Zhiwen to take care of her son, so she had to massage his hands and feet twice a morning and evening to prevent his muscles from atrophy and blood and qi.
Although his son is already a vegetative person, his body functions are still running normally, and Sun Lao will also help him adjust from time to time, in case his son has a chance to wake up in the future, at least he will not lose his normal function.
"Well, thank you for your hard work, you go out to rest first, and I'll stay with him for a while."
Sun Zhiwen nodded.
Chen Feng also approached the bedside and observed carefully, although this young man was still breathing, and there were people who helped him massage his hands and feet every day to move his qi and blood, but his hands and feet were still thin and only skin and bones remained, and there was not much flesh left, the human brain was like a command center, if there was no even a command center, even if you had more soldiers, in the end it would be just a headless fly.
Sun Zhiwen gently stroked his son's face, there was always an expression of self-blame on his face, this was a manifestation of guilt for his own inability to save his child, Sun Zhiwen had no hope for Chen Feng's kindness at all, he himself was a generation of doctors, and even his could not do anything, what could this young man do?
Chen Feng is not a doctor, if this person is really a vegetative person, he has no good way, but if not?
What if he was just hurt by someone else?
Chen Feng rolled his eyelids with his hand, revealing the pupils inside, at first glance there was no difference from normal people, but Chen Feng seemed to see something different, there were three red dots in the center of his pupils, the three dots were very small, ordinary people would not notice this detail, and it had nothing to do with medical diseases.
Chen Feng's brows furrowed suddenly, the temples on both sides tightened inward, he immediately looked at his fingers, and found that the ends of his fingers were faintly yellow, unlike the blood red of ordinary people, this young man was not a vegetative person, but ......
"Elder Sun, may I ask, did your son ever go to some Southeast Asian countries before he became ill?"
Chen Feng already had a judgment in his heart.
Sun Zhiwen didn't know why Chen Feng asked this question, he thought about it for a while, nodded and said: "That's right, since my son is studying Western medicine and is a member of Group F, before the accident, he had been to Malaysia to volunteer for a period of time, is there anything wrong with this?"
” F is the abbreviation of Médecins Sans Frontières (MSF), a non-profit organization composed of volunteers around the world, and the world's largest independent medical aid organization, with more than 2,000 volunteers serving in more than 60 countries every year.
"Mr.
Chen, do you see something?"
Sun Zhiwen saw Chen Feng's expression, and grabbed his arm excitedly.
Chen Feng pondered for a while, he didn't know if Sun Zhiwen could accept something other than science, and he didn't know if he should talk to him, after all, not everyone could accept these non-scientific explanations.
Sun Zhiwen saw that Chen Feng looked like he wanted to speak and stopped, and he became even more anxious, and even begged Chen Feng in a pleading tone: "Mr.
Chen, don't have any worries, if you see something, please tell me, okay?"
” Chen Feng sighed, and finally couldn't stand Sun Zhiwen's bitter pleading: "Old Sun, in fact, your son is not suffering from any incurable disease, he is not a so-called medical vegetative person, he is still alive now, he just got ......
Nanyang's head lowering technique. ” Nanyang head lowering surgery?
Sun Zhiwen sat down, as if he had lost all his strength, he looked at his son, and then at Chen Feng, his face suddenly turned cold.
For a medical master, Chen Feng's words are simply nonsense, nonsense, where in this world is there such an unbelievable thing as the head lowering technique, this is just some ignorant villagers and village women who came up with a trick and used the power of ghosts and gods to deceive the world of money.
"What's wrong?
Sun Lao?
Chen Feng saw that Sun Zhiwen's expression was a little strange and asked.
"Mr.
Chen, thank you for coming to visit the dog, okay, let's go down, I feel a little tired today."
Sun Zhiwen stood up tremblingly and picked up his crutches.
Chen Feng paused for a moment, and suddenly understood the sudden change in Sun Lao's attitude, and he suddenly sneered with some annoyance: "Old Sun, I see that you transferred the love that King Shen gave me, I originally wanted to help your son, but I didn't expect you to appreciate it at all, come on, count me Chen Feng as troublesome." ”