Xiao Wanqing said with a gloomy look: "Grandpa, stop talking, I have already accepted my fate."
"Wanqing, if you give up yourself, then no one else can help you even if they want to," Ning Fan said.
"Xiaofan, have you learned from your master?"
"I have learned that there are actually better treatment methods, and amputation is the last resort."
Hearing Ning Fan's words, Xiao Wanqing's eyes glowed, but even those doctors and professors couldn't do anything, and Ning Fan would probably have a hard time doing it too.
"Wanqing, did you hear that? There is still hope for your leg to recover." The old man said excitedly.
Ning Fan put down the fruits and said, "I'll pinch your feet and see how it goes."
"Yes!" Xiao Wanqing agreed.
He opened the quilt and saw that Xiao Wanqing's left leg was in a plaster, and said, "Let's take off the plaster first. We're going to have to have an amputation. There's no use leaving it on."
"Okay, I'll call the doctor right now."
"No!"
Ning Fan held the plaster, shattered it with internal force, and took it off directly.
Only then did I realize that Xiao Wanqing's leg was a bit unsatisfactory, but judging from the signs on its surface, the problem was not serious. I touched it and asked, "Do you feel it?"
Xiao Wanqing shook her head. She couldn't feel the existence of her calves now.
So, Ning Fan pinched it again and asked: "What about this?"
"It feels a little bit."
"It is indeed a bit serious, but it is not impossible to cure." Ning Fan looked at Xiao Wanqing and said, "It would be too uncomfortable if you were in a wheelchair or had a prosthetic limb for the rest of your life."
"Xiaofan, is there really a way to treat it?" Mr. Xiao asked.
His current relative is Xiao Wanqing, and it would be very uncomfortable for his granddaughter to spend the rest of her life in a wheelchair.
Ning Fan said: "Although the hope is slim, you can still seize the opportunity. Don't worry."
"Really?"
"Try it, it's better than spending the rest of your life being a wheelchair, isn't it?" Ning Fan said.
After Ning Fan checked her again, he planned to transfer Xiao Wanqing to the First Hospital, where he could perform the surgery on her personally.
At this time, the door opened, and a middle-aged doctor and nurse walked in and said, "We are ready, let's do the surgery."
Just after he finished speaking, he saw the plaster on Xiao Wanqing's calf being removed.
He immediately shouted displeasedly: "Who allowed you to remove the plaster on your own initiative?"
"I dismantled it, is there any problem? If it stains the bed, just wash and disinfect it." Ning Fan said.
"Why do you want to remove the plaster? This will affect the operation. If the operation fails, you will be responsible!"
The middle-aged doctor seemed very angry, as if the operation would definitely fail as long as the plaster was opened. It was said that amputation was necessary because the treatment failed.
"Doctor, I allowed him to do this. We will be transferred to the hospital soon, so we don't need to trouble you anymore." Mr. Xiao said.
I thought that the middle-aged doctor would be relieved by this, but the doctor directly asked: "What do you mean, are you taking the patient's life as a trifling matter?"
"Doctor, we are free to choose how to treat him. Please don't interfere with our family's wishes." Mr. Xiao was a little angry.