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"He is recognized as the number one doctor in Jinling City. His medical skills are profound, and he is especially good at treating various difficult and complicated diseases and the recovery after critical illnesses. He and our hospital director have been friends for many years, and he occasionally makes house calls at our hospital."

He saw the sudden gleam in the eyes of the three members of the Xia family, but then his tone became serious.

"If Doctor Lu were willing to intervene, with his skills, the patient might truly have a glimmer of hope, and a full recovery wouldn't be impossible. But..."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the three men's simple, even somewhat shabby, clothing.

"However, the consultation fee for asking Dr. Lu to treat patients, as well as the costs of the expensive medicinal materials and special treatments needed later... I'm afraid it won't be covered by the 100,000 yuan prepaid. A preliminary estimate suggests that at least another 200,000 to 300,000 yuan, or even more, may be needed, depending on Dr. Lu's treatment plan."

"Two or three hundred thousand..." Li Xiulan repeated unconsciously, her face growing even paler.

This is an astronomical sum for a family like theirs, who rely on meager salaries and have just spent almost all their savings on their son's surgery.

However, Xia Guoqiang hardly hesitated at all:

"Get him treated! We must get him treated! We can earn more money! I can still do manual labor, I can make more trips a day! Xiulan can get more dishwashing jobs! We'll sell everything we own to save our son!"

"Yes! Dad is right!" Xia He wiped away her tears, her eyes filled with a resolute determination.

"We'll do anything, no matter the cost, as long as my brother survives! Doctor, please, you must get Dr. Lu here!"

The doctor nodded: "Okay, we've already contacted Dr. Lu. Don't be too anxious, try to stay calm."

The doctor had just finished speaking and was about to turn and leave.

Just then, a slightly hurried yet steady set of footsteps approached from afar.

The group instinctively looked in the direction of the sound.

I saw a young man walking over.

Ye Heng stopped in front of Xia He.

He skipped the pleasantries and cut straight to the point: "What happened to your brother? Wasn't it said before that he was just in a vegetative state due to a car accident? Why is he suddenly critically ill?"

Xia He's lips trembled as she was about to explain.

The doctor who had just been talking to the Xia family stepped forward and sized up Ye Heng.

He explained as concisely as possible: "Are you Xia Chen's friend? I am his attending physician, Wang Mingyuan."

"Xia Chen's situation is very special. He did initially suffer severe traumatic brain injury due to a serious car accident and was in a persistent vegetative state. But this afternoon, his intracranial pressure suddenly and inexplicably increased sharply, accompanied by signs of worsening cerebral edema."

Dr. Wang's tone turned serious: "We immediately administered emergency blood pressure and dehydration treatments, but the results were unsatisfactory. Subsequently, signs of multiple organ failure appeared—unstable blood pressure, continuously decreasing blood oxygen saturation, and abnormal kidney function indicators. Most challengingly, his brainstem reflexes began to weaken..."

Ye Heng's heart sank.

Although he was a descendant of the medical sage, he knew from the description that the situation was indeed dangerous.

Acute increase in intracranial pressure, involvement of multiple organs, and decline in brainstem function—this means that vital centers are under threat.

In this situation, every minute is crucial; it's a race against death, allowing no delays or mistakes.

"Have you checked for common causes like bleeding, infection, and embolism?" Ye Heng pressed, his mind racing.

"We've investigated everything, but haven't found a clear secondary cause yet. So we're currently inclined to believe it's a delayed worsening of the primary injury, or some rare complication that we haven't yet identified."

Dr. Wang shook his head, his face showing deep exhaustion and helplessness. "The disease progressed too quickly, leaving us too little time to react."

At the same time, he was somewhat surprised that this young man actually knew these things.

Perhaps he's a student at a medical university, and knows a little bit about it.

Just now.

A middle-aged doctor wearing a green surgical gown, mask, and cap walked out of the operating room.

His eyes were tired, his forehead was soaked with sweat, and there were some questionable dark stains on his gloves.

He took off his mask, revealing a serious and somber face.

"Director Wang." Dr. Wang Mingyuan immediately went to greet him.

The surgeon's gaze swept over the three members of the Xia family, finally settling on Wang Mingyuan. He slowly shook his head, his voice hoarse: "Are Xia Chen's family members here?"

Xia Guoqiang and Li Xiulan practically pounced on him.

"Doctor! Doctor! How is my son?" Li Xiulan asked anxiously.

The chief surgeon, Liu Guozhen, remained silent for a moment, his eyes filled with reluctance, but he still had to speak: "I'm sorry... we have done our best."

"The patient's intracranial pressure has reached a dangerous threshold, and cerebral edema is compressing vital centers. Although we have tried all available methods, but..."

"His spontaneous breathing is extremely weak and he is completely dependent on a ventilator. His pupils have almost lost their light reflex, and his EEG activity is... nearly flat."

"According to current medical standards, he... probably won't last much longer. You... should go in and see him one last time. Although he's unconscious, he's still breathing."

"No--!"

Li Xiulan let out a heart-wrenching cry, and her body went limp as she was about to collapse.

Xia Guoqiang grabbed his wife and supported her. This man, who had always stood tall and straight, suddenly felt his legs go weak.

With a "thump," she knelt down on the cold floor tiles, her rough hands gripping the hem of Liu Zhenguo's white coat tightly.

"Doctor! Dr. Liu! Please! Please think of another way! He's my only son! He's only twenty-five! He can't just die like this!"

"We'll pay any price! We'll sell our possessions, we'll sell our blood, we'll sell our kidneys! Please, please save him! Please!"

Liu Zhenguo said in a hoarse voice, "Get up quickly, it's not about money! I'm the best surgeon in the neurosurgery department of this hospital, I've used all the methods I can, and all the equipment I can use... In this situation, I really... can't do anything."

When a top surgeon says there's nothing that can be done, it often means that conventional medical methods have truly reached their limit.

"Wait...didn't they say that Doctor Lu was already on his way?"

Li Xiulan, as if grasping at a last straw, cried out through tear-blurred eyes, "Dr. Lu! He must have a way, right? He's a miracle doctor!"

Liu Zhenguo shook his head, his tone heavy: "Dr. Lu's medical skills are indeed superb, and I personally admire him greatly. But even he is probably powerless to save him."

"Go in and see him," Liu Zhenguo said, stepping aside to let the operating room door open for him.

Xia He helped her parents, who were almost unable to walk.

Ye Heng silently followed behind them into the operating room.

He hasn't seen Xia Chen yet, and doesn't know how far his condition has progressed. He can't say whether he can be pulled back from the brink of death.