Chapter 395 Children’s version of abstract painting, no pain or taste
But what surprised the two more was that the child who heard these words reacted unusually calmly.
It was as if he had known for a long time that he had been sentenced by fate.
"You, you know?"
The child nodded and slightly raised the corners of his lips to smile silently at the two people standing by the bed, as if to say it was no big deal.
But how could this not matter!
"What did you do? Obviously last night..."
Speaking of last night, Que Lu's face became a little annoyed, "Multiple organs are rapidly failing, and vitality is continuing to decline. Obviously, the situation last night was far from that serious. According to the current pulse condition, this child will not survive at all. .”
After saying that, I couldn't help scratching my hair with a headache. I managed to make the already messy hair even more messy. "I won't tell you anymore. I have to try to prescribe him some medicine first, so as to delay the depletion first." Find the reason quickly, otherwise the person will be dead before the reason is found.”
"Then go quickly."
Que Lu walked to the table, grabbed a pen and started racking his brains to think of a prescription.
As for going back to bed to catch up on sleep, what kind of sleep should he have at this time? I'm afraid as soon as he closed his eyes, he would automatically start thinking about his pulse and how to treat it.
Li Chengxiao couldn't help him with his medical skills, so he pulled a chair over and sat down in front of the bed. After thinking about it, he took out his cell phone and made a call.
After dialing, I remembered the time. I was about to hang up and wait for dawn before calling again, when the call on the other end happened to be connected.
"Brother."
"Well, Shu Heng, what happened? Why are you calling me at this hour?"
"There is something wrong. I picked up a child last night, no, the night before yesterday, and the problem is a bit serious."
The sound of people lifting up the quilt and getting out of bed came from the microphone, and the voice that came back was obviously much more sober, "You say it, I'll listen."
"The problem wasn't very serious when Que Lu took his pulse one day ago, but the result just came out was rapid failure of multiple organs and a rapid decline in vitality. He is busy prescribing medicine now. I just want to ask you if you have any Have you ever seen this happen?”
"In one day, internal organ failure and vitality decline rapidly. Even if the time accelerator is turned on, it will not be so fast, unless his body is already on the verge of collapse."
Li Chengxiao immediately thought of the child's calm appearance when he learned that he was going to die, "Then why before..."
"I speculate that it was temporarily suppressed by some substance, but that substance has a time limit, just like people with diabetes need to take insulin from time to time to maintain it. It is no longer effective now. But I have to see the specific situation in person. Only then can you be sure. Are you in Queluna now?”
"Well, he lives here in Queshan."
"I'll check the flight now and try to get to you at dawn. I'll send you a message before boarding the plane."
Li Chengxiao didn't say there was no need to rush, "Okay, I'll wait for you."
After hanging up the phone, I saw the child lying on his side, looking over quietly, my heart softened.
He reached out and touched his soft hair, and comforted softly: "It's okay, it will be fine."
People always have to have confidence, right?
When he took his hand back, he was gently scratched by a small hand.
Li Chengxiao was startled and asked tentatively: "Do you want to say something to me?"
The child nodded hurriedly.
"Then can you write? I'll get you a pen and paper and you can write it down."
The child shook his head again.
Que Lu just happened to come over to grab the medicine with the prescription that he had written, deleted, deleted and changed. He passed by the two of them and interrupted when he saw this: "If you don't know how to write, then you can draw, right?"
The child's eyes lit up and he nodded to express that I can do this.
Li Chengxiao took Que Lu's pen and paper and handed it over. He watched him sitting cross-legged on the bed wrapped in a quilt and drawing for a while. Then he turned and walked to Que Lu who had grabbed the medicine. "I just called my brother and he said it's dawn." This way." Que Lu was stunned and nodded. The head said, "It's okay. We are researching in two directions. This time we just have a good discussion about the child's problem. Here, go to the kitchen and boil the medicine. Make three bowls of water into one bowl. You don't need me to teach you, right?" ”
Li Chengxiao accepted his fate, took the packaged medicine and went to the kitchen.
While they were frying, Que Lu came in with a piece of paper and said, "I didn't expect that kid to be an abstract artist. Come and have a look. Anyway, I looked at it horizontally and vertically and didn't understand what it was painting."
Li Chengxiao took the painting.
What he gave the child was a pencil, and what appeared on the paper at this moment were black, white and gray.
The blurred outlines and messy lines have to be said to look quite abstract indeed.
He simply walked to the stove where the medicine was cooked and sat down to analyze it carefully.
Que Lu didn't have the patience. He looked at the medicine that was still cooking and turned around and went out.
Three bowls of water were boiled into one bowl. Li Chengxiao filtered out the concoction and poured it into the bowl. He held the bowl in one hand and the painting in the other, and walked back to the consulting room.
When I went out, I realized that the sky above my head had already turned white.
When I arrived at the clinic, I put down the medicine bowl and took out my mobile phone. I saw a message I had received a quarter of an hour ago: [Get ready to board the plane, landing in two hours. 】
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The medicine was still a little hot and couldn't be drunk for the time being, so Li Chengxiao took out the painting first and said, "In this painting of yours, is the sun in the middle? Above are... clouds? Are these below grasses? Do you want to sit on the grass and watch the sunrise?" ”
He stared at the painting for a long time before reluctantly recognizing it and summarizing what the child wanted to express.
The child listened eagerly, then shook his head gently.
Li Chengxiao: "..."
It felt like I had been doing the questions for a long time and was told that they were all wrong!
Hearing Que Lu's laughter from the side, "Have you checked his throat? Can he take care of it?"
"Ahem," Que Lu suddenly regained his composure, "Look, his throat must have been burned after eating something he shouldn't have put in his mouth. I'm confident that it can be cured, but I have to take it slow, and the loss of voice must continue. For a while. In fact, his throat should hurt every second now, and it hurts to swallow. This child either doesn't feel pain, or he can tolerate it enough."
Li Chengxiao looked at the medicine bowl placed aside.
Que Lu also looked over and spread his hands, "There is no other way. This medicine can only be taken orally."
As soon as he said this, the child nodded, indicating that he could drink.
Li Chengxiao touched the temperature of the medicine bowl and then picked it up. Before feeding, the child took it by himself, lowered his head and took a sip without hesitation, without a wrinkle on his face.
Que Lu watched from the side and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.
He personally prescribed the medicine, and he knew very well how bitter it was.
Is it possible that this child not only has no sense of pain, but also no sense of taste?
What did you go through before you were young?
"By the way, I took a photo of this painting and sent it to Xiao Yunduo to see if she can figure out what is painted on it, but I'm afraid I have to wait until noon, that girl can sleep better than me."
Li Chengxiao was originally watching the child sipping the medicine. After hearing what Que Lu said, he simply took out his phone and took a picture of the painting on the table, and then sent it to Jiang Hanying's phone.
Que Lu: "..."
He thought it was going to be sent to Jingmo.
"By the way, what is your relationship with Jiang Hanying?"
Whoever comes to mind immediately, tsk tsk!
Not simple, definitely not simple!