Chapter 257 I'll try
The teenager sat aside in fear and trembling, while Fang Jiaming examined Uncle Luo's legs.
When Xu Manli saw this, she knew that the opportunity for her performance had come. She stepped forward and said gently to the teenager, "You can rest assured that this is our Dean Fang. His medical skills are very good. Your grandfather will be fine with him."
Young smell speech eyes a bright, although still worried, but look is not so nervous.
When Fang Jiaming checked, Charlee Ford also watched Uncle Luo, but she couldn't see anything just by looking at it, unless she could go up and take a pulse or something.
Just as she was wondering how to get up and pulse Uncle Luo, Fang Jiaming finally put down her instrument, swept her eyes on the electronic screen, and shook her head with a slight frown.
When the teenager saw it, he swallowed his saliva and asked, "Dean Fang, what happened to my grandfather's leg? Is there any rescue?"
"Your grandfather's old injury in his early years was not treated in time. Now the injury has spread to the bones and is basically hopeless." He is used to life and death, so he doesn't show much emotional fluctuation.
But the boy's face changed, as if the sky had fallen.
His parents went out to work and never heard from him. Grandpa brought him up all these years, and their family was supported by Grandpa.
Fang Jiaming continued: "The best treatment now is amputation to prevent internal injuries from continuing to spread, and finally spread to the bones of the whole body. At that time, even your life may be lost!"
"Amputation?!" When these two words came out, the boy's face was completely pale!
At this moment, Uncle Luo, who had been unconscious, didn't know when to wake up. He got up from the hospital bed trembling and hoarse and said, "No, I don't amputate. How can I live without my legs as a farmer?"
"But..." Fang Jiaming frowned and wanted to say something again.
Uncle Luo came down from the hospital bed and stood on the ground with pain. He said, "I can still walk now, but it hurts occasionally, so there is no need to amputate."
"But grandpa, I don't want you to die either." The teenager held Grandpa with tears in his voice.
He looked back at Fang Jiaming: "Don't you have such advanced medical equipment, aren't you doctors from the city? Can't my grandfather's leg really be cured and can only be amputated?"
Fang Jiaming lost patience and waved his hand to deal with it: "Yes, if you don't want to amputate, you can live for another three years at most. When it spreads to the bones of the whole body, you can't save the immortals!"
"Three years?" The teenager's pale face was unbelievable.
In his view, these big doctors in the city are omnipotent, because every day, TV advertisements show how advanced their equipment is and how many people who are wandering on the verge of life and death have been rescued.
"How is it possible? My grandfather is an old cold leg. How can there be only three years left..."
"Nothing, grandson, grandpa has lived for so many years. This leg can't be amputated. Three years is enough for me to raise you as an adult. Even if I die, I will die!" Uncle Luo patted his grandson's hand and said in a dumb voice.
The picture in front of us is really sad.
However, Fang Jiaming, who is used to life and death, only feels irritable.
Xu Manli saw his impatience, and she hurried to kiss up to them: "If you amputate, we can arrange surgery for you. If you don't do it, then you can go and don't delay our work here."
When the boy and Uncle Luo heard this, although they were angry with Xu Manli's attitude, they walked out slowly with the help of their father and grandson.
Charlee Ford glanced at it and followed it with his feet up and chased it out.
The teenager and Uncle Luo walked slowly, so Charlee Ford followed them slowly. When Chang Sheng saw it, he gave a "tut" and asked her, "You don't want to help, do you?"
As soon as his voice fell, Charlee Ford shouted: "Uncle Luo, wait a minute."
The old man turned to look at Charlee Ford. "What's the matter, little girl?"
Charlee Ford went over and said to him, "I am also a doctor, but I am a Chinese medicine practitioner. Can you stretch out your hand and I will give you a pulse?"
Hearing this, Uncle Luo held out his hand without hesitation, but said with a wry smile: "The little girl has a good heart, but even the dean said that my leg is hopeless. What can you do for the little girl? Besides, they have instruments bought from abroad. We have long been disinterested in Chinese medicine..."
Charlee Ford will automatically shield from external interference when taking pulse.
Therefore, she didn't hear Uncle Luo's words at all, but Chang Sheng heard them. He evoked a playful smile at the corners of his mouth and raised his voice: "Then you are wrong. I don't know other Chinese medicine practitioners, but does she, the queen of Chinese medicine, understand?"
Uncle Luo doesn't know what a queen is not a queen. He just thinks that the girl in front of him looks young and beautiful, and doesn't seem to be the kind of person who studies medicine with great interest.
Charlee Ford caught something wrong keenly in Uncle Luo's pulse condition.
She frowned slightly and retracted her hand.
"Beautiful sister, can you save my grandfather?" The teenager looked at Charlee Ford in fear and trembling.
I don't know why, he has a strong confidence in the girl in front of him, as if she can really cure Uncle Luo.
Charlee Ford shook his head and said, "Uncle Luo's leg injury has accumulated for a long time. It is not so easy to cure it."
Teenagers and Uncle Luo lowered their eyes slightly disappointed.
Changsheng smiled inexplicably and said, "Why, listen to your tone, as if you can cure it?"
"Not 100% sure, but I can try." Charlee Ford said with a smile.
"This... little girl, Charlie, I am old, but I can't stand fooling!" Uncle Luo said hoarsely.
"Come with me." Charlee Ford smiled and turned to Alan family's clinic.
Because Zhou Yu can be ill in bed, the clinic is temporarily guarded by Jiang DOG. Charlee Ford came to the clinic with Uncle Luo and others. Jiang DOG came up very cramped. "Sister Charlee, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, I will see this uncle, you don't have to worry about me, you go busy." Charlee Ford waved his hand.
Jiang DOG smell speech, surprised to look at her.
She still sees a doctor?
After Charlee Ford let the teenager put Uncle Luo in the cubicle of the clinic, he drove everyone out and told Chang Sheng not to let others in.
Uncle Luo was lying in the hospital bed in the inner room and swallowed his saliva nervously: "Little girl, can you really cure me?" His eyes were full of disbelief.
After all, even Fang Jiaming said that his leg was hopeless, but he was the dean of the hospital.
"I try my best, Uncle Luo, close your eyes." Charlee Ford whispered.