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In about 10 minutes, the two arrived at the headquarters. Song Jiaying took Cheng Feng directly to the family compound. On the fourth floor of a small building, Cheng Feng met Song Weiqiao.

"Cheng Feng, I have to trouble you again." Song Weiqiao said with a sad expression, Cheng Feng could hear his feelings for the old squad leader.

"Commander Song, you're welcome. I'm also a soldier, and I have an old squad leader!" Cheng Feng responded, then looked at Song Weiqiao and asked, "How's the old squad leader doing now?"

"In a semi-comatose state, when I wake up occasionally, I will recite the past in my mouth."

Song Weiqiao paused and continued: "And the situation is getting worse and worse, the time period of coma is getting longer and longer, and even if he wakes up, he will start talking nonsense."

"What's the doctor's opinion?" Cheng Feng asked.

"Experts from all major general hospitals in Yanhai City have examined it, and the conclusions they draw are basically the same. It is still because of the bullet in the brain of the old squad leader. After a long time, the destructive power to the nervous system is getting more and more serious. "

"According to the doctor, the old squad leader's time is running out." Song Weiqiao's tone was a little heavy.

"Well, I'll go and see the old squad leader first." Cheng Feng also felt uncomfortable, as he had special feelings for soldiers.

Song Weiqiao led Cheng Feng into the old squad leader's bedroom, where he saw two doctors in white coats aged five or sixty were consulting, and several young assistants and nurses stood beside him.

"Commander Song, you're here." The two doctors greeted Song Weiqiao respectfully after seeing him.

"Well, Dean Xie, Dean Huang, thank you for your hard work." Song Weiqiao nodded and said.

"Who is this?" One of the doctors looked at Cheng Feng behind Song Weiqiao and asked.

"He is a descendant of a family friend of mine. He has a little research in medicine. He just returned to Yanhai from other places yesterday, so I asked him to come over and show the old squad leader." Song Weiqiao didn't think too much, and introduced it to the two doctors.

"Commander Song, please forgive me for speaking too bluntly. We have been studying together for almost a month with a few expert old men, and we still haven't come up with a good solution. He is a young man with no hair at all. Will there be a way?"

Among them, the doctor surnamed Xie looked at Cheng Feng with disdain and said, "It's not his fault, it's because Cheng Feng is too young, no matter how you look at it, he doesn't look like an expert with high medical skills.

"Young man, which medical school did you graduate from?" the doctor surnamed Huang asked.

"I didn't graduate from medical school." Cheng Feng said lightly.

"Not from medical school? You are?"

"I study Chinese medicine, which is inherited from my family." Cheng Feng made up a random reason.

"Chinese medicine?" The doctor surnamed Xie sneered, paused and then continued to add: "No wonder, only the mystical medical skills of Chinese medicine can fool Commander Song."

"Young man, old squad leader, this is a matter of life and death. You don't just prescribe a few medicines at ordinary times, and then tell the patient to take care of it slowly to cope with it. Let's go quickly and don't make trouble for yourself." Dr. Huang continued.

"Two experts, anyway, you two elders haven't discussed a specific plan yet, why don't you ask Cheng Feng to show the old squad leader first?" Song Weiqiao frowned and said after hearing this.

"Well, since Commander Song insists, let him try." The doctor surnamed Huang said.

Cheng Feng then walked to the old squad leader's bed and reached out to give the old squad leader his pulse. A few minutes later, Cheng Feng stood up and asked Song Weiqiao, "Commander Song, can I see the old squad leader's brain CT?" film?"

"Of course." After Song Weiqiao finished speaking, he took the CT film from a nurse and handed it to Cheng Feng.

"Cheng Feng, how's it going?" Song Weiqiao asked after Cheng Feng handed the film back to the nurse.

"It is indeed as the experts said. It was caused by the damage to the nervous system caused by the bullet in the old squad leader's brain. If the bullet is not removed as soon as possible, the consequences will not be optimistic." Cheng Feng said after a little thought.

"Nonsense, I still need you to talk about it. We came to this conclusion a month ago!" The doctor surnamed Xie said in a contemptuous tone.

"Since you came to this conclusion a month ago, what is your solution?" Cheng Feng asked lightly.

"The bullet stayed in the old squad leader's brain for too long. If a craniotomy is performed forcibly, the success rate is only [-]%, so conservative treatment can only be adopted." A middle-aged doctor surnamed Xie said behind him.

"Then what do you think, if you follow your so-called conservative treatment, how much time will the old squad leader have?" Cheng Feng continued to ask.

"Optimistically, there are still three months. This is based on the patient's strong sense of survival, otherwise it will only be one and a half months at most." The middle-aged doctor continued.

"This is what you call conservative treatment? If the patient lives in this state for another three months, do you think it makes sense? Without any continuation of life quality, it is better to let the patient suffer less, isn't it? "Cheng Feng said in a deep voice.

"Young man, don't stand and talk without back pain. What advice do you have?" Doctor Huang asked.

"My suggestion is to operate immediately!" Cheng Feng raised his voice.

"Ignorance!" Doctor Xie snorted and said, "If you can perform surgery, you still have to talk about it here? We have consulted authoritative experts on craniotomy in Huaguo, and the answer given is that there is only [-]% certainty in surgery. !"

"Under normal circumstances, there is indeed only a [-]% certainty, but if I assist with my silver needle, the probability of success can be increased to [-]%!" Cheng Feng said lightly.

"What?" Everyone, including Song Weiqiao, shouted at the same time.

"Young man, be careful of flashing your tongue!" Doctor Huang said after a pause.

"I take full responsibility for what I said!" Cheng Feng responded, then turned to Song Weiqiao and said, "Commander Song, there should be a craniotomy doctor with good skills in Yanhai Haijun District General Hospital, right?"

"Yes, Deng Jiahua, the vice president of the academy, is an expert in this field, and his skills are ranked among the top three in the entire Huaguo. However, he also consulted with the old squad leader a lot, and he came to a conclusion that is only [-]% sure." Song Weiqiao said.

"It's fine, can you arrange for me to meet him?" Cheng Feng asked.

"Of course!" Song Weiqiao nodded.

"Commander Song, our suggestion is to treat conservatively. The risk of surgery is too high, it's almost impossible..." Doctor Xie was interrupted by Song Weiqiao before he could finish speaking.

"Thank you for the advice of the two experts, but I believe in Cheng Feng. What's more, as he said, even if conservative treatment can last the old squad leader for three months, what's the point? Why don't you try it."

Song Weiqiao paused and continued: "I believe that if the old squad leader is consulted, he will definitely choose to operate immediately."