Chapter 20 Peng Lao's coma

After dinner, Ye Xiu began to practice in the practice room as usual. It has to be said that after the convergence of the four elephants, the aura around him greatly increased, and his cultivation speed also followed. Although it is not as good as the mysterious place at the beginning, it is much better than the ordinary place.

"Hmm?" After practicing for a while, Ye Xiu frowned and stopped.

"How could this happen?" Ye Xiu muttered.

When he practiced just now, Ye Xiu felt a little restless. If he was an ordinary person, he would definitely not take it seriously. However, when his strength reached the point of Ye Xiu, he was very sensitive. It was not nonsense that the Buddha master could predict his own limit and sit down. If you are strong enough, you will indeed have a sense of life and death.

"Is something going to happen to the people around me?" Ye Xiu frowned.

With Ye Xiu's strength, there are not many people who can pose a threat to him, and that feeling of uneasiness does not point to him, which reminds him of the people around him.

At this moment, a crisp bell came from Ye Xiu's pocket.

Looking at the strange number on the phone, Ye Xiu's uneasiness became more serious.

"You are..." Ye Xiu asked after answering the phone.

"Xiao Ye, I'm for the people. My father went to the hospital in a coma." A middle-aged man's voice came from the phone.

"What? Mr. Peng is in the hospital!" Ye Xiu's face changed greatly.

"I'll be right over." After asking for the address, Ye Xiu hung up the phone and rushed downstairs to drive to Qingzhou People's Hospital.

Qingzhou People's Hospital, in the intensive care unit.

There are already many people in the ward. Seven or eight middle-aged people are surrounding the sick Peng Lao, and a middle-aged man in his forties is waiting anxiously not far away.

"Secretary Peng, don't worry. All the best experts in our hospital are here. I believe there will be a result soon." A man in his fifties is persuading a middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man nodded and kept saying, "President Zhao, it's up to you this time. I must cure my father."

"Yes, don't worry, I will. I'm also half a student of Mr. Peng."

Dean Zhao immediately said, but his heart was not so firm. At Mr. Peng's age, he could only say that he would do his best to save people. What's more, Mr. Peng's heart disease, coupled with the hidden diseases left by the turmoil, were even more difficult to treat. He was already a little worried.

In addition, Mr. Peng suddenly fell into a coma for more than half an hour. If he can't wake up quickly, even if he is rescued, he will inevitably leave a lot of sequelae.

Of course, Dean Zhao will not tell Peng Weimin about these words. He only hopes that those cardiovascular and cerebrovascular experts can come up with a treatment plan as soon as possible. As long as Peng Lao wakes up, he will succeed. Otherwise, he will be the end of the dean.

"Dean Zhao, please." Peng Weimin hurriedly said.

After a while, several doctors came. These were from the Provincial Health Bureau. With the addition of these people, more than a dozen doctors began to discuss Mr. Peng's treatment plan.

"Lao San, how's Dad's situation?" A burly middle-aged man walked into the ward and looked at Peng Weimin and said.

"Big Brother." Peng Weimin looked at the people and said, "President Zhao is still examining his father. It's not clear yet."

The middle-aged man is the boss of the Peng family, Peng Jianguo. Mr. Peng has three sons and one daughter, the eldest Peng Jianguo, the second Peng Jianjun, the third Peng Weimin, and the daughter Peng Xiuli.

Peng Jianguo frowned, "Have you notified Shanshan?"

"I informed, and I also informed Ye Xiu that he was coming." Peng Weimin hurriedly said.

"I also heard that Ye Xiu is back, but I'm afraid he can't help Dad's current situation." Peng Jianguo sighed. They all knew Ye Xiu and knew that Ye Xiu's medical skills were not bad, but now even these experts can't help it. Peng Jianguo is naturally not optimistic about Ye Xiu.

"One more effort is better than we don't know anything." Peng Weimin said with a wry smile.

Peng Jianguo nodded and said, "Can't the second brother come?"

"The second brother has a meeting in the military region, and he will not be able to come for a while."

Peng Jianguo has also stayed in the army. Naturally, the discipline in the army, even if Peng Jianjun is already the leader of the army, does not mean that he can leave.

"Secretary Peng, several experts have reached a consensus that there are two ways to treat Mr. Peng." At this time, President Zhao came over.

Peng Weimin nodded and asked Dean Zhao to continue.

"Peng Lao's coma caused by sudden cerebral blood vessel bleeding. The first solution is to have immediate surgery." President Zhao continued.

"How sure?"

"Because Mr. Peng has a heart attack, 70% of the surgery is sure to wake up."

Peng Weimin frowned and was 70% sure that he was already gambling.

"What about another solution?"

President Zhao said, "The second plan is conservative treatment. Through ultrasound therapy and drugs, the congestion in Mr. Peng's skull will be eliminated, which is 80% certain, but there will be some sequelae after waking up."

Hearing this, Peng Weimin became silent. Although the first treatment plan was less sure, President Zhao specifically stressed that the second plan had sequelae, which was obviously not just as simple as sequelae.

Thinking of this, Peng Weimin was a little uncertain and looked at Peng Jianguo beside him.

Peng Jianguo sighed in his heart and said, "Dean Zhao, treat it conservatively."

President Zhao nodded, "I'll arrange it."

"Uncle Peng!"

At this moment, a sound came from the door of the ward.

"Xiao Ye, come in quickly." Looking at Ye Xiu who was stopped at the door, Peng Weimin said quickly.

Ye Xiu, who came in a hurry, came to the door of the ward and was stopped by two doctors, and Ye Xiu had to make a sound.

"How is Mr. Peng's situation?" As soon as he entered the ward, Ye Xiu asked.

Peng Weimin was silent for a moment and sighed, "Experts have discussed the treatment plan and are 80% sure, but there will be some sequelae."

Ye Xiu frowned and walked towards the sick Peng Lao.

"Young man, the patient should not move now." An old man said quickly when he saw that Ye Xiu seemed to want to contact Peng Lao, who was ill**.

Other doctors beside him also looked at Ye Xiu, and their eyes revealed this meaning. If they hadn't met Ye Xiu and Secretary Peng, and the relationship looked unusual, they would have scolded him long ago.

"I also know some medical skills. I want to see it for Mr. Peng." Ye Xiu said lightly.

"Young man, you..." The old man's face changed.

"Secretary Peng, this..." President Zhao looked at Peng Weimin with an embarrassed face.

It was not easy to determine the treatment plan, and it was also the safest conservative treatment. Dean Zhao, who had been relieved, was a little worried at this time. If the young man in front of him aggravated Mr. Peng's condition, he, the dean, was unlucky in the end.

After hesitating for a moment, Peng Weimin looked at Ye Xiu solemnly and said, "Xiao Ye, are you sure?"

Ye Xiu nodded.

"Let Ye Xiu have a look. The last time my father was in a coma, he woke up." Peng Weimin said.

When Peng Weimin spoke, Dean Zhao was naturally not easy to refute, but there was a little more sneering in Ye Xiu's eyes, and the experts around Peng Lao also gave way with the intention of reading jokes.

For the eyes of Dean Zhao and others, Ye Xiu did not see it. He stretched out a hand on Mr. Peng's wrist, and the true qi in his body instantly poured into Mr. Peng's body. Soon he understood the situation in Mr. Peng's body.

" Cerebral hemorrhage!" Ye Xiu muttered, and his face suddenly became solemn.

Hearing Ye Xiu's words, a surprise flashed in the eyes of the experts who originally planned to see the joke. You know that they could see Mr. Peng's cerebral vascular hemorrhage, had many years of medical experience, and with the help of high-tech examination methods, they didn't expect that the young man in front of them could only see the pulse.

"Does this boy really know medicine?" Dean Zhao can't believe that Ye Xiu is still in college. Even the top medical school in China can't train such a doctor, and it seems that he is still a traditional Chinese medicine.