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Shen Qinghe wiped his tears, put down his phone and came out, "Qin Yu, what's wrong?"

"After examination, my aunt's heavy bleeding has stopped, but she lost too much blood and seriously affected her brain. She may become a vegetative state."

"Also, a colleague from the gynecology department said that my aunt has serious gynecological diseases, uterine cancer, and needs surgery to remove the uterus. However, after so many years of blood sampling and medication, her liver and kidney function has become impaired, making it difficult to operate."

Qin Yu was also shocked. She had never seen such a complicated case in so many years.

Hearing this, Shen Qinghe looked at Lu Wanru's medical record in disbelief. There was a series of up and down arrows with unusual red markings. She couldn't believe how her mother survived those days.

"give it to me."

Shen Qinghe took a deep breath and entered the ward with the medical records.

"Uncle, this is my mother's case. The condition is a bit complicated." Shen Qinghe was helpless.

Judging from the case, Lu Wanru's cancer is still in its early stages, but her body does not allow surgery and the conditioning process is too slow. I don't know if she can wait.

"Qinghe, don't you have a Tianxin Pill?" Lu Zhichun frowned as he looked at the case.

Shen Qinghe refused, "No, Tianxin Pill has too many side effects. I am still in the experimental stage, and my mother cannot be my experimental product."

In order to study Tianxin Pill, she conducted experiments on countless white mice. The results were that the cancer cells were eliminated, but the mice died soon after.

She didn't dare take risks.

"Forget it, I'll prescribe the prescription to replenish Wanru's body first." Lu Zhichun sighed and walked aside to write the prescription.

Shen Qinghe stepped forward to feel Lu Wanru's pulse.

Both Qi and blood were depleted, and he was extremely ill. His pulse showed that he had been ill for a long time.

"I gave my mother two injections to slow down the progression of the disease."

Shen Qinghe took out silver needles and pricked Lu Wanru with them until all the needles were used up. Lu Wanru's body was covered with silver needles.

"My daughter, this is how much you have suffered."

Mrs. Wu held Lu Wanru's hand and lay beside the bed sobbing.

"Qinghe, use this recipe to make medicine for your mother. The disease can only be delayed. The most important thing now is to let your mother replenish her body."

Shen Qinghe glanced at Fang Zi and turned around to send it to Xu Wei.

"Cook the medicine according to the recipe and deliver it over quickly."

Chinese medicine pays attention to conditioning. Although it is slow, it is the best way to treat Lu Wanru.

"Qinghe."

Qi Yanjing came to knock on the door again, followed by a group of police officers.

"Where is Zhao Yi?" Shen Qinghe saw the police and roughly understood what was going on.

"Qinghe, Zhao Yi has a heart attack and is currently in the intensive care unit. Go and have a look. He has specified that he wants to see you."

Shen Qinghe turned around and said a few words before leaving.

"Go ahead and I'll help you pull out the needle." Lu Zhichun sat aside and looked at his sister lovingly.

"I go with you."

Yu Xiuyan followed Shen Qinghe.

Outside the intensive care unit, there was a circle of police officers, and doctors were rescuing Zhao Yi.

"Get off."

Shen Qinghe pushed aside the doctor who was rescuing him and checked Zhao Yi's pulse.

There was a chill in his body fighting against it.

It's like taking some kind of drug.

"What has he eaten?" Shen Qinghe raised his eyes and asked.

The police recalled, "When we passed by, he had this box in his hand, and it looked like some kind of drug in it."

Shen Qinghe looked familiar, took it, smelled it, and curled his lips, "He ate my Bicao Dan. He is cold. That food is not suitable for him. Don't worry, he won't die."

She had already asked Xu Wei to move the Tianxin Pill and put a fake one in. She didn't expect that he would dare to steal it.

Shen Qinghe took out the medicinal powder he carried with him, took out a little and put it on Zhao Yi's nose, then gently applied it on the human body. After a while, Xu Wei recovered his heart rate.

"I can't treat his heart disease. Let's put him on a ventilator. He looks very serious."

Shen Qinghe packed up his things and turned to leave.

"Qinghe, what on earth is going on?" Yu Xiuyan became more and more confused.

Shen Qinghe told Yu Xiuyan what happened.

"It scared me to death, Qinghe, you must tell me this kind of thing in the future."

Yu Xiuyan hugged Shen Qinghe and finally let go of his hanging heart.

"There is nothing I can do to keep it secret beforehand. It will never happen again next time." Shen Qinghe smiled.

Yu Xiuyan pulled Shen Qinghe back downstairs.

Shen Yi sat alone in a chair, in a daze, with red eyes.

"Xiao Yi, why are you staying here alone?" Shen Qinghe came up and sat next to him.

Shen Yi raised his head, tears falling on the back of Shen Qinghe's hand, "Sister, I deserve to die, I hurt my mother, I just saw the scar on my mother's belly.

It was my birth that caused her harm. Without me, she wouldn't have to suffer at all. It's all my fault. "

Shen Yi blamed himself.

"Xiaoyi, it's not your fault." Shen Qinghe held Shen Yi in his arms and patted his back gently.

"None of us can choose our own parents, let alone our own origin. Perhaps, you are my mother's savior. Without you, my mother would not be able to survive now."

Shen Qinghe felt that this was all due to Shen Yi.

Perhaps it was Shen Yi's presence that made Old Mrs. Shen let her mother go. Without him, her mother might have died long ago.

"really?"

Shen Yi's eyes were filled with disbelief.

"Well, this is not your fault. You are my mother's savior. Stop crying and go stay with your mother." Shen Qinghe said with an emotional expression.

In the future, she will also have a mother's child.

"it is good."

Shen Yi obeyed and walked in to stay with Lu Wanru.

Mrs. Wu kept holding her daughter's hand and refused to let go. After Shen Qinghe stayed with her for a while, she remembered something.

"Grandma, you are here, I have something to do."

Mrs. Shen is right next to you. You should tell her about such a big matter.

The ward next door.

Mrs. Shen sat on the bed uneasily.

Could it be that Lu Wanru really escaped?

She just listened to the nurse discussing Lu Wanru, and her heart skipped a beat. Mrs. Shen pulled out the needle, lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

Just as he ran to the door, he bumped into Shen Qinghe.

"Mrs. Shen, do you want to visit my mother?"

Mrs. Shen raised her head in disbelief and pursed her lips, "It's impossible, she has been dead a long time ago, she..."

"She's right next door. If you don't believe it, you can go and have a look. However, I won't let you take her away this time!"

Shen Qinghe approached, and Mrs. Shen stepped back step by step.

"What? No, it's impossible!" Mrs. Shen retreated to the bed and sat down, her eyes twinkling.

"You have tortured my mother for so long, and now she has become a vegetative state. Are you satisfied?"

Shen Qinghe's eyes seemed to be hiding a knife, and he wanted to stab her to death.

"What are you talking about? I don't understand!"

Mrs. Shen turned her head away, pretending not to understand, feeling panicked.

"Don't understand? Then Shen An is not your son, should you understand?"

Old Mrs. Shen stared and couldn't believe it. She stood up and said, "You are talking nonsense!"

"The appraisal report is here. We need Shen An to come over. Can you do another appraisal?" Shen Qinghe shook his phone.

"No, no, get out! I need to rest, get out!"

Mrs. Shen had a hint of fear on her old face, and a hint of guilt flashed across her face. She pointed at the door, stood up and pushed Shen Qinghe.

"Old Mrs. Shen! I advise you to think carefully. You'd better tell me why you kidnapped my mother. Otherwise, your secret will not be a secret after all!"

Shen Qinghe pinched Mrs. Shen's chin, as if she wanted to eat someone.

"You, evildoer!" Old Mrs. Shen struggled.

"It seems that you don't want to say it, so I'll tell Shen An that he is not your biological son at all!"

"boom!"

Shen An stood at the door, the thermos bucket in his hand fell to the ground, and the chicken soup spilled all over the floor.