God Level Farm

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When President Qin saw that the respiration, heartbeat, blood pressure, pulse and other indicators displayed on the ECG monitor had become normal and stable, he had a feeling like a dream. ≯≯ One Novel ≤≤﹤≤＜﹤﹤≦＜≤≤﹤

He has never seen such a miraculous, even bizarre event in his decades of medical practice.

Here Xia Ruofei is still feeding Ma Xiong the medicine spoon by spoon.

The reason why he didn't let President Qin intubate Ma Xiong was actually because of his great confidence in the petals of the strange flower.

He has absorbed the petals himself, so he doesn't need to take them at all. He directly touches the petals with his body and can be absorbed into the body. Although the petals dissolve into the medicinal soup, the basic properties should not change.

So Xia Ruofei gave Ma Xiong a small spoonful for the first time. In fact, before the medicinal soup entered the esophagus, the ingredients of the strange flower petals were already absorbed by the body.

When Xia Ruofei continued to feed the medicine, Ma Xiong's body continued to absorb the ingredients of the petals of the strange flower. In fact, he had recovered from the deep coma and began to have a subconscious swallowing reaction.

And with the continuous drinking of the medicinal soup, Ma Xiong's physical condition naturally began to recover quickly - you must know that Xia Ruofei saw that his condition was so serious, he directly used a whole piece of exotic flower petals.

Seeing President Qin's reaction, Ma Zhiming couldn't help asking nervously, "Dean Qin, what's wrong? Is it Daddy..."

President Qin said excitedly: "Ming Shao, Mr. Ma's vital signs are stabilizing, this...this...it's incredible!"

Dean Qin's decades of medical experience have been subverted by this ironclad fact at this moment.

Hearing this, Ma Zhiming was overjoyed and asked, "Does this mean that Daddy will wake up soon? President Qin, is my Daddy all right?"

"This..." Dean Qin said with a wry smile, "Such a serious cerebral hemorrhage will leave some sequelae..."

When he said this, he looked at Xia Ruofei, and he didn't seem very confident. Ma Xiong was basically sentenced to death in medicine, but Xia Ruofei pulled him back from the gate of hell with a dose of decoction. This kind of medical skill is simply unpredictable. Who knows if there will be any miracles in the future. Woolen cloth?

When Ma Zhiming heard this, he quickly asked, "Sequelae? What are the aftereffects?"

Dean Qin thought for a while,

He said very cautiously: "This is not easy to say... The structure of the brain is too complicated. For current human science, the brain still has too many unsolved mysteries..."

Ma Zhiming frowned and said, "President Qin, just say it directly. What are the sequelae under normal circumstances?"

"It depends on the degree of brain damage. The most serious situation is to become a vegetative state." President Qin said, "Many patients with cerebral hemorrhage have very stable vital signs after the acute stage, but they are in a coma for a long time, or even forever. won't wake up."

President Qin paused and then continued: "If the situation is better, the patient may be able to wake up, but there will be hemiplegia, loss of language function, or impaired memory, etc. It's hard to say..."

Ma Zhiming's face became very heavy, and Dean Qin comforted him: "Mr. Ming, maybe Mr. Ma is lucky and can return to normal? Don't think about it so much yet! Those who fall into a deep coma, the mortality rate is as high as 95%, isn't it also doing better now?"

"That's all I can think of..." Ma Zhiming said sadly.

At this time, Xia Ruofei had already fed Ma Xiong a whole bowl of medicinal soup. He put the porcelain bowl on the bedside table and said lightly, "There will be no sequelae."

Ma Zhiming was stunned: "What?"

"I said you don't worry so much, there will be no sequelae." Xia Ruofei said very confidently.

"How is that possible?" President Qin couldn't help but exclaimed, "Mr. Ma's brain damage is relatively serious. Many of the injuries are irreversible. How can there be no sequelae?"

These words were all blurted out of his mouth. After he finished speaking, he realized something was wrong, and quickly explained: "Ming Shao, I... It's not that I don't want Mr. Ma to be well, it's just..."

Ma Zhiming waved his hand. He didn't care about Dean Qin's gaffe, but looked at Xia Ruofei very excitedly and asked, "Xia Sheng, is that true? My father really won't have any sequelae?"

Xia Ruofei smiled slightly, and then said lightly: "Wait and see? Let's wait here for a while! Mr. Ma should be waking up soon."

Just kidding, a whole piece of strange flower petals can even cure his ALS, and this treatment has already seen results, how can there be any sequelae?

"You mean, my father will wake up soon?" Ma Zhiming asked in surprise.

Dean Qin also widened his eyes, as if he heard the Arabian Nights.

If Ma Xiong hadn't drank the medicinal soup and his vital signs became stable immediately, President Qin would definitely think that Xia Ruofei was a liar, and he was also a liar with poor tricks.

But now he is not sure, especially when Xia Ruofei said so confidently.

Xia Ruofei smiled slightly, didn't explain much, moved over a chair and sat down first.

Dean Qin and Ma Zhiming both stared at Ma Xiong nervously.

Ma Zhiming is full of hope, while President Qin has a complicated mood. His reason tells him that this is impossible, but deep down he hopes to witness the great medical miracle with his own eyes.

Almost three minutes passed.

These three minutes were as hard as three years for Ma Zhiming. He squatted in front of the hospital bed and stared at his father intently.

Suddenly, Ma Xiong's fingers moved slightly.

Ma Zhiming stood up all of a sudden, he rubbed his eyes hard, for fear that it was his own delusion.

However, soon Ma Xiong's fingers moved again, this time five fingers clenched together into a fist.

Ma Zhiming jumped up and grabbed Ma Xiong's hand excitedly, and shouted softly, "Daddy! Daddy..."

Dean Qin witnessed all this and stood by with his mouth wide open, unable to believe his eyes.

Ma Xiong's eyelids moved, and then he opened his eyes with difficulty.

When he first saw Ma Zhiming, he asked weakly, "What's wrong with me? Where is this? Mingzai, didn't you accompany Huixin back to the mainland?"

Ma Zhiming said with tears in his eyes: "Daddy, you suddenly fainted at home. I came back after receiving a call from the mainland... You scared me to death, you know..."

"Isn't Daddy all right?" Ma Xiong said with a smile.

President Qin also said quickly: "Ming Shao, Mr. Ma's situation is the most avoidable mood swing, please restrain yourself a little."

"Okay, okay..." Ma Zhiming said quickly, "Daddy, you need to recuperate in peace, you must be calm..."

Ma Xiong nodded with a smile, then his eyes fell on President Qin and said, "Dean Qin, thank you for your hard work..."

President Qin hurriedly said: "Mr. Ma, I am ashamed! We are limited in our skills, and we are helpless in the face of your illness. It is this Mr. Xia who really saves you!" (To be continued.)