"Doctor Wang, how are you?" Seeing Wang Haoren's expression, He Jianguo's eyelids twitched and asked anxiously.
Wang Haoren shook his head and said slowly: "Oh...Mr. He, I'm sorry, Mr. He's situation is not optimistic... His hands may not be able to be saved."
"What?"
Hearing these words, not only He Jianguo, but also He Wenchao was stunned.
The father and son have never encountered such a situation as they are today. He Wenchao had a trace of fantasy, but he did not expect that the fantasy would be broken so thoroughly!
He Wenchao asked disbelief: "Doctor Wang, are you mistaken? Didn't my hand be simply dislocated? Why do you say you can't save it?"
At this time, even He Jianguo, who was standing by, couldn't help but ask: "Yes! Doctor Wang, are you talking a little serious? Ordinary dislocation, doctors with a slightly bone-level level can be treated! How could you
Say my son can't keep his arm?"
Wang Haoren shook his head with a wry smile, and then said seriously: "Mr. He! Mr. He's arm was not simply dislocated, but was broken by someone using a special method! In this case, unless that kind is found.
A master with very skilled techniques would not be able to recover otherwise.”
"What!" He Jianguo widened his eyes and asked in surprise, "Then... are you sure?"
"Mr. He!" Wang Haoren's face suddenly became solemn, and he said, "Mr. He, as a doctor, I pay great attention to any details of the patient, and it is absolutely impossible to make such a low-level mistake! So I
Confirm that the young master's arm should have been broken by some powerful martial arts master! As far as I know, there is a bone-sharing technique in this world called the tensile and bone-sharing technique! This technique is extremely clever. Once used, it can make people's joints.
The place is in a twisted arc, so as to achieve the effect of blocking the meridians. Therefore, the young master should have been broken by a martial arts master. Moreover, the other party should also know a little internal strength. As for how powerful the strength is, I cannot judge for the time being
.”
"Damn it! Is there such a vicious trick in this world?"
He Jianguo was furious and gritted his teeth and roared, while his fists clattered, obviously extremely angry.
At this time, after He Wenchao heard Wang Haoren's explanation, a chill came up from his back, scaring him so much that he had goose bumps all over his body.
"Dad! Ye Fan said... My arm lasts for up to three days. If my broken arm is not restored within three days, my arm will be ruined. What should we do now?
?I don’t want my arms to be ruined, and I don’t want to become a disabled person!" He Wenchao was extremely scared, and his voice trembled and begged He Jianguo.
At this time, He Jianguo comforted and said, "Don't worry, dad will definitely find a way to cure your arm!"
After saying that, He Jianguo turned around and asked Wang Haoren with an anxious look on his face: "Doctor Wang, is there really no way to cure my son's arm?"
At this time, Wang Haoren sighed long and said, "As the saying goes, the person who tied the bell must be untied. If you want to cure Mr. He's arm, Mr. He, only by finding that person can you completely cure you
Son, otherwise, no matter how high my medical skills are, it will be futile."
At this time, Wang Haoren suddenly paused, then said coldly with a gloomy face, "But that person is the murderer, it was him who injured my son's arm. Do you want me to beg him? If this matter is made by others
I know, do the He family still have to save face?"
"I'm just making a suggestion. The specific choice is in your hands. After all, I'm just a doctor." After Wang Haoren said that, he was about to turn around and leave the ward.
"hateful!"
"I think you are not a miracle doctor, but a quack doctor!"
Looking at Wang Haoren's figure leaving, He Jianguo was so angry that he gritted his teeth, but he had no choice.
"Ah...ahhhh!"
However, at this moment, He Wenchao, who was lying on the hospital bed, suddenly screamed repeatedly. At this time, a severe pain came from his right arm. He couldn't help but moaned a few times, and then shouted: "Dad! Why is my arm?
It's so painful...it hurts so much..."
Hearing He Wenchao's words, He Jianguo hurried over, then sat down beside the bed, and asked with concern: "Wenchao, what's wrong?"
He Wenchao covered the wound on his right arm, grinning in pain, and the sweat beads on his forehead rolled down. He said with a sad face: "Dad, save me quickly! It hurts so much here, as if something is tearing it up, it hurts too much