"What happened to our child?" The mother was still worried. "There are already many organs in his body, is it still okay?"

"If you really want to say it, his illness is caused by you," Gregory stared at the parents. "Do you know that when he was sent to me, he was actually very healthy, and it was just the simplest dehydration - which is why he fainted during the game."

"However, the emergency room has done a lot of hydration measures, but his pain has not improved," reminded his father. "If dehydration is dehydrated, it should be cured, so this should not be dehydration, right?"

"The problem is the functional drinks you give him," Gregory shook his head. "Functional drinks are not panacea. They put the kidneys under excessive loads. In this case, treatment for dehydration takes longer to take effect. And just before this moment comes, you sent him here."

"But even that way, he shouldn't vomit blood?" The mother still found it hard to believe it.

"As for this, it is caused by the work of finding the possible lesions in the child's body that you asked us to do. "Gregory remembered that the child did not know the secret of his body halfway through his speech, and quickly changed his words. "In this case, ordinary scans are not enough, and a strengthened scan must be performed, so we injected him with a contrast agent to enhance the scanning effect. Without excessive fatigue of the kidneys, this is actually not a big problem, but in your child... the contrast agent has not been absorbed for a long time and repeatedly circulated in his body, causing damage to a large number of core organs. But fortunately, he is still young, as long as he goes through dialysis and rest for a while, these are not irreversible."

After saying that, Gregory looked at his mother with a very regretful expression and added. "I need to remind you a little bit, I understand that you regard him as a treasure given to you by God, but you really cannot offer your children like you do to holy things, which will harm him. If nothing happens, I will leave first."

As he said this, he turned around and left the ward.

...

About fifteen minutes later, Gregory limped back to the office, only to find Fujiwara waiting for him.

"Why are you still here?" Gregory raised his eyebrows.

"Your methadone is so painful that it's not drinking it?" Fujiwara pointed to the small plastic cup on the desk.

"Although this case was caused by my parents, it developed into this way, and I had my problems no matter what." Fujiwara looked at Fujiwara and Takashi in front of me with a cold face. "Methadone completely relaxed. Not only did it hurt, but my brain was also dull. If it were me, what would you think I would do?"

"..." After thinking for a while, Fujiwara nodded and answered. "Continue to let him hydrate, and do ordinary tests such as blood routines. Only after the symptoms worsen."

"Yes, I was so happy that I let his parents ask." Gregory nodded. "And have you noticed that I did not do anything that made achievements before I started the pain again? Almost all the judgments in this case were made by you two, and I just asked you to summarize - because I can clearly feel that my brain was blank and I couldn't think of any creative ideas."

In fact, Gregory didn't need to say this at all. Fujiwara himself could clearly feel that Gregory, who was no longer tortured by pain, was an understanding and kind uncle, but at the same time he also lost the magic he originally had.

And Fujiwara knew very well that this was the most proud thing about Gregori.

"But, you can't start eating Vicodin again," Fujiwara reminded. "You have eaten Vicodin before and have hallucinated your illusion, which means you-"

"It's better than losing my mind. At least the smart Gregory is still with hallucinations, not a fool. I can at least dance a tango in shackles and solve the problem after the song is over, instead of just sitting in a wheelchair and having fun foolishly as I do now." Gregory interrupted Fujiwara. "You... go back first, it's not too early, I'll think about it myself."

"Your talents are innate," Fujiwara tried to persuade. "There is no need for so-called pain..."

"I said, you go back first," Gregory issued an order to expel guests and limped towards the table. "I said, I will think about the choice of this matter."

...

At the same time, Rice Anthera Hospital, an office.

"..." Keisuke Fukuto posted an image on the background board with white light. "This is the skull of our patient."

"What happened to this girl? I have to do such a troublesome thing?" One of his assistants asked with a frown in his medical record copy. "Your plan... is so extreme! Completely cut the skull of such a seven-year-old girl, expose her brain to a natural environment, and then the content of your surgery is 'to the brain' such as related health care substances'? What kind of girl is worth using such a big fight?"

"It's very extreme, but there's no other way, so I'll order you to adopt this plan unconditionally." Fukuto Kyosuke's voice was very firm and he did not allow any doubts. "Don't worry, as long as this plan is operated in place, it will be completely successful."

"Don't worry, we have rich experience in this area." Another doctor who was even older than Kyosuke Fukuto easily signaled the assistant to relax. "But then again, team leader, why do I feel that this girl's head looks familiar, and the positioning hole of the front skull looks like...my style?"

"Of course it's your style, otherwise how could I call you back?" Kyosuke Fukuto shrugged. "You guys hurry up and get familiar with each other and don't make any mistakes."

"Yes, but I can ask, why don't I remember doing such an operation on a baby a few years ago? The two children at that time should be 12 years old, and..." As he said this, the doctor stood up, walked to the background board, and looked at the imaging picture carefully. "Although this marking hole is my style, it is much smaller in size?"
Chapter completed!