A Substitute Bride With Multiple Identities
Chapter 274 Shen Huai: Daddy...

Chapter 274: Chapter 274 Shen Huai: Daddy...

Fan Yajing deliberately made that statement, convinced that Shen Yanhe had looked over the case.

After all, the most skilled doctor she knew was Dean Ge, but not even Dean Ge could diagnose the condition at a glance, and it was naturally impossible for the young Shen Yanhe.

However, she did not expect Dean Ge to personally slap her in the face.

The ambiguous gazes of the people around landed on Fan Yajing, making her face burn with embarrassment, and her heart was filled with shock and astonishment.

Could this woman’s medical skills really be so profound?

Dean Ge glanced at Fan Yajing with slight dissatisfaction, then turned to Shen Yanhe with a smile, "Xiao Shen, I haven’t introduced you yet, this patient’s name is Li Huilan, and that’s her son, Gao Lezhi."

"The two of you, Xiao Shen is the internationally renowned Dr. YM."

Shen Yanhe nodded slightly, placed the cup in her hand on the table, and casually used the hand sanitizer on the table to disinfect her hands before standing up and approaching Li Huilan, saying softly, "Pardon the intrusion."

As she examined Li Huilan, she asked, "This is a brain nerve injury caused by medication, when did it appear? What kind of medication have you taken before?"

Brain nerve damage can result in facial muscle spasms and twitching.

From the moment the woman entered the office, Shen Yanhe had been observing her every move closely.

Shen Yanhe: "Give me your hand."

Li Huilan cooperated and handed her hand to Shen Yanhe for pulse diagnosis.

"Doctor, my mom’s symptoms started appearing two years ago, but her health was fine back then, and she had not taken any medicine. At most, she would drink a couple of sachets of Banlangen when she felt heaty."

Standing to one side, Gao Lezhi thought for a moment and frowned, "However, two years ago, my mom went on a trip to the United States and encountered kidnappers overseas. She was held captive for several days. It was only after my dad contacted my uncle abroad that we were able to rescue her. It was after she came back from that ordeal that my mom started feeling unwell, could it be..."

Was it at that time that something was fed to Li Huilan?

Li Huilan also seemed to remember something and furrowed her brows, "I was kidnapped by the kidnappers while going to the bank to withdraw money. They blindfolded me, but I could smell that the place they took me to was full of the scent of disinfectant, much like a hospital."

"But I didn’t take any medications at the time, just ate the food they provided every day. However, I didn’t notice any strange taste in the food..."

"Besides, I’m just an ordinary woman, why would they drug me?"

Li Huilan was utterly puzzled.

Shen Yanhe did not speak and continued to carefully take Li Huilan’s pulse.

Li Huilan looked at her nervously and hesitantly asked, "Doctor, can I be cured?"

"You can be cured, but you’ll need a minor surgery," Shen Yanhe withdrew her hand and looked at Xie Muchuan and his colleagues, "Who among you will assist me?"

All the doctors, except for Fan Yajing, raised their hands in unison, exclaiming, "Me!"

Fan Yajing’s face turned somewhat ugly.

Xie Muchuan pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose and spoke in a measured tone, "We don’t need that many people for the surgery."

Dean Ge also nodded, "That’s right, just Xiao Xie and I will go, the rest of you go back and take care of your patients."

The other doctors silently looked at Dean Ge, "..."

Dean Ge touched his nose, looking up at the sky and down at the ground, pointedly not looking at them.

He was curious too about how Shen Yanhe would treat these symptoms of brain nerve damage caused by medication.

You should know that damage to the brain’s nerves is irreversible.

At least the current medical conditions haven’t reached that stage.

"Okay, let’s go to the operating room," Shen Yanhe nodded slightly, took out his mobile phone to call Feng Jiao, and asked her to bring over the small medicine box he had left in the hotel.

After the small medicine box was brought over, Shen Yanhe, along with Dean Ge and Xie Muchuan, wheeled Li Huilan into the operating room.

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Meanwhile, at Haicheng First People’s Hospital, in the inpatient department.

At some unknown time, a tall man, wrapped up tightly from head to toe, had appeared outside Shen Huai’s ward.

Instead of donning a protective suit to go inside, the man stood outside the ward, silently watching the exceptionally frail teenager lying on the hospital bed through the glass.

He stretched out his hand to gently touch the boy’s head on the glass, his eyes hidden behind sunglasses filled with guilt and pain.

He didn’t know how long he had been watching when the voice of the nurse on rounds suddenly came, "Hey! Who are you?"

The nurse approached with a wary face and asked, "What do you want?"

Coming back to his senses, the man glanced at the nurse and spoke hoarsely, "Sorry, I’m a relative of the patient. I just found out he’s sick and came to see him."

The man rubbed his hands together, asking with hesitation and fear, "I, I want to ask, how is his illness? Is there a cure?’

As he spoke, he deliberately adopted a bit of a rural accent, which eased the nurse’s suspicion, "Oh, you’re a relative of Little Huai."

The nurse sighed, looking at Shen Huai with compassion and sympathy on her face, "Little Huai’s illness is one of the top ten incurable diseases in the world. The chances of curing it are very low. He’s alive now, solely dependent on medication imported from abroad."

The nurse had a son about Shen Huai’s age. Seeing him in such pain and frailty, she also felt uncomfortable and elaborated, "I heard from Doctor Qiao before that there isn’t much of that medication left. If he stops taking it, Little Huai won’t make it."

"It’s tough for him. He’s been admitted to the hospital since the age of eight. His sister has to work desperately outside to pay for his medical bills. She seldom has time to visit him. Sometimes when I see him sitting alone in the ward, all by himself, I feel sorry for him," said the nurse.

The nurse hesitated but then sighed and said, "You relatives, if you have the time, come and talk to him more."

The man’s throat felt as if it was clogged with a large clump of wet cotton, and his heart was weighed down with a mountain of stone, causing him pain and discomfort that nearly made it impossible to breathe.

He swallowed with difficulty, his eyes hidden behind the sunglasses turning blood-red, "That medication, do you know what it’s called? It must be very expensive, right?"

"It’s imported medication, so of course it’s expensive," the nurse thought for a moment and said, "I heard Doctor Qiao mention it once. He said it’s called something like C-something-02."

The man’s pupils constricted, and he said subconsciously, "C02 medication?"

"Yes, yes, that’s the one," the nurse nodded vigorously.

The man’s hand, hanging by his side, slowly clenched into a fist, as he restrained the emotions welling up in his heart, "I see, thank you."

"No need to thank, you keep watching. Just don’t enter the ward," the nurse shook her head with pity, glanced one last time at the ward, and walked away.

The tall silhouette of the man stood in the empty corridor, his downcast eyes filled with complex emotions, contemplating something.

At that moment, Shen Huai, who had been in a slumber, seemed to sense something. He slowly opened his eyes and subconsciously looked toward the opened door of his ward.

At a glance, he saw the tall figure standing at the door.

This figure, like a sharp sword, sliced through his muddled thoughts, bringing him to a moment of clarity.

Almost instinctively, Shen Huai called out to the figure, "Dad..."