"Doctor Wang, how are you?" Seeing Wang Haoren's expression, He Jianguo's eyelids twitched and he asked eagerly.
Wang Haoren shook his head and said slowly: "Sigh...Mr. He, with all due respect, Mr. He's situation is not optimistic...I'm afraid he can't save his hands."
"What?"
Hearing these words, not only He Jianguo, but also He Wenchao was dumbfounded.
The father and son have never encountered a situation like today. He Wenchao originally had some illusions, but he did not expect that the illusions would be shattered so completely!
He Wenchao asked in disbelief: "Doctor Wang, did you make a mistake? Isn't my hand simply dislocated? Why do you say you can't save it?"
At this time, even He Jianguo on the side couldn't help but ask: "That's right! Doctor Wang, are you talking a little too seriously? For ordinary dislocations, a doctor with a little bit of bone grafting skills can fix it! How could you do this?
Are you saying that my son’s arm can’t be saved?”
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 using a special technique! In such a situation, unless you find that kind of
A master with very good skills, otherwise, it would be impossible to recover."
"What!" He Jianguo's eyes widened and he 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 every detail of my patients. It is absolutely impossible to make such low-level mistakes! So I
I am sure that Mr. Ling’s arm must have been broken by some kind of powerful martial arts master! As far as I know, there is a bone-setting technique in the world called the bone-splitting technique! This technique is extremely clever. Once used, it can break people’s joints.
There is a twisted arc everywhere, thus achieving the effect of blocking the meridians. Therefore, Mr. Ling should have been broken by a certain martial arts master. Moreover, the other party should also know a little bit about the inner strength. As for how powerful the strength is, I can't judge for the time being.
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"Damn it! There are such cruel methods in this world?"
He Jianguo was furious. He gritted his teeth and roared, while clenching his fists. It was obvious that he was extremely angry.
At this time, after He Wenchao heard Wang Haoren's explanation, a chill ran up his back, scaring him so much that goosebumps appeared all over his body.
"Dad! That bastard Ye Fan said... that my arm can only last three days at most. If the broken arm is not restored within three days, my arm will be useless. What should we do now?"
?I don’t want to lose my arms, let alone become a disabled person!” He Wenchao was so frightened that he begged He Jianguo with a trembling voice.
At this time, He Jianguo comforted him and said, "Don't worry, kid, dad will definitely find a way to heal your arm!"
After saying that, He Jianguo turned around and asked Wang Haoren anxiously: "Doctor Wang, is there really no way to cure my son's arm?"
At this time, Wang Haoren let out a long sigh, and then said: "As the saying goes, the person who untied the bell must tie the bell. If you want to cure Mr. He's arm, Mr. He, you have to find that person to cure you completely."
Son, otherwise, no matter how good my medical skills are, it will be in vain."
At this time, Wang Haoren suddenly paused, and then said coldly with a sullen face: "But that person is the murderer. It was he who injured my son's arm. You want me to beg him? What if I let other people do this?"
Now that you know it, do the He family still want to lose face?"
"I'm just making a suggestion. The specific choice is in your hands. After all, I'm just a doctor." After Wang Haoren finished speaking, he was about to turn around and leave the ward.
"hateful!"
"I think you are not a miracle doctor, you are just a quack!"
Seeing Wang Haoren's retreating figure, He Jianguo gritted his teeth in anger, but there was nothing he could do.
"Ah...ahhh!"
However, at this moment of He Jianguo, He Wenchao, who was lying on the hospital bed, suddenly screamed repeatedly. At this time, severe pain came from his right arm. He couldn't help but groaned a few times, and then shouted: "Dad! What's wrong with my arm?"
Huh? It hurts so much...it hurts me so much..."
Hearing He Wenchao's words, He Jianguo walked over quickly, then sat by the bed and asked with concern: "Wenchao, what's wrong?"
He Wenchao covered the wound on his right arm, grimacing in pain, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. He said with a sad face: "Dad, help me quickly! It hurts so much here, as if something is tearing it, it hurts so much