Yuncheng Xishuiwan, a luxurious private estate.

In a huge ward.

Surrounded by various expensive medical equipment, most of the functions are reflected in hemodialysis.

Wei Changsong looked sad.

Uremia!

When hearing these three words.

Wei Changsong seemed to feel that the sky was falling.

Over the years, in order to prolong Mr. Wei's lifespan, the Wei family spent a lot of money, invited countless famous professors, masters of traditional Chinese medicine, and tried various methods.

Behind Wei Changsong, an old man in a white coat led a group of students to analyze the patient's condition.

Mu Shoucheng, lifelong honorary professor of the Chinese Medical Association.

This old man studied rigorously throughout his life, read many medical books, reached the pinnacle in the medical field, and was respected as a miraculous doctor.

In 2006, his self-edited "A Brief Analysis of Medical Autobiography" caused quite a stir at the International Medical Association and was featured on the cover of Western Time magazine three times in a row.

Back then, a top medical institution in the West offered an astronomical salary of fifty million US dollars per year in an attempt to poach Mu Shoucheng, setting a record for the highest salary.

Including the young men and women following Mu Shoucheng, they are also the most outstanding young people in the medical academy.

"Uraemia is known as the killer of the elderly."

"Caused by kidney failure, it is also one of the many terminal diseases in the world. Currently, the most common medical treatments are kidney transplantation and hemodialysis..."

Several young men and women took notes carefully.

"Kidney failure, just like pulmonary fibrosis, is a damage to organ function and is irreversible. Therefore, there is currently no successful cure for uremia."

Wei Changsong sighed.

I have tried all methods over the years.

Only for a kidney transplant, Mr. Wei was too old and had various complications.

Retransplanting a kidney will only speed up the old man's death.

Five days ago, Mu Shoucheng issued a critical illness notice.

"Everyone in this world must die."

"It's amazing that Mr. Wei can persevere until now."

Mu Shoucheng spoke to comfort him.

On the hospital bed, the old man was breathing weakly and looked in pain.

At this time, a female student with a pure face and eyes asked curiously: "Is there really no way to reverse the failure of the failing organs?"

Mu Shoucheng shook his head.

Asked rhetorically:

"A hard-boiled egg, can you use technological means to return it to its previous state?"

Young woman is silent.

Mu Shoucheng continued: "If you have such ability, you can bring destroyed organs back to life and make boiled eggs hatch into chickens again."

"With a little experimentation, you can win the Nobel Prize in Medicine, and even make the field of human medicine surpass a hundred years of accumulation in an instant. You will be the next Fleming and Einstein."

Wei Changsong listened with a wry smile on his face.

Mu Shoucheng was not only telling the students, but also Wei Changsong beside him.

"Mr. Wei, my condolences."

"There are many things that cannot be solved in the medical field at present. Mr. Wei's condition is difficult to cure with medicine or stone."

Wei Changsong nodded lightly.

He stood in front of the bed with his hands behind his back.

What Wei Qingyi said before was still echoing in his ears.

"A master of traditional Chinese medicine appears in Yuncheng."

"At Tianyang Hospital, Mr. Song Fu was able to survive through the injection of acupuncture using the psychic technique. If he was willing to take action, my grandfather might still have a glimmer of hope."

Wei Changsong closed his eyes.

The reason why a miracle is a miracle is that it can never happen.

Mu Shoucheng is already the ceiling of the Chinese medical community. His attainments in blood diseases and kidneys are almost divine.

Things that he can't even do.

How in the world could anyone do it?

Just as Mu Shoucheng said, if Mr. Wei is to be brought back to life, the river will flow backwards and the sun and moon will reverse.

In this world, the river will never flow backwards, nor will the sun and moon rotate in the opposite direction.

Therefore, Mr. Wei cannot be cured.

If the old man could be cured casually, how could uremia still be called one of the terminal diseases?

"Kidney failure."

"It is like rotten wood that has been turned into powder. It is irreversible and cannot take root or sprout."

Eggs placed in boiling water can be cooled by the boiling water and turned into cold water again. What about the eggs?

The atmosphere in the room was depressing, and everyone in the Wei family looked sad. Partings between life and death are always sad.

Mr. Wei is countless times better than ordinary people.

Ordinary people have no money and no power. Once they get seriously ill, they cannot rely solely on money to survive like Master Song and Mr. Wei.

Countless manpower and material resources are dedicated to serving them.

In the world of ordinary people, once you get an incurable disease, you can only make arrangements for your funeral and wait for death.

Wei Changsong sighed.

"My father has been forcibly extending his life over the years and wasted countless energy, money and material resources. Xiao Wei is really ashamed."

Mu Shoucheng nodded.

"In the field of medicine, there is no end to learning. I have been studying with fear all my life, but I can't even do anything about Mr. Wei's illness."

"Isn't it true that you deserve your reputation?"

Everyone doesn’t think so.

Chinese people value humility. Even if you are very capable, you can only say seven points.

Mu Shoucheng was a master of medicine, full of honors and famous for his rigor. He saved countless patients.

He spoke like this.

Everyone will only think that Mr. Mu is caring and highly respected.

Kidney failure!

In just four words, Mr. Wei's life or death was pronounced.

A person can say it casually, but in the hearts of people who know something about medicine, these four words are like Mount Tai, weighing heavily on their hearts.

Irreversible, irreversible.

Unless the river flows backwards and the sun and moon rotate in reverse, destroying the damaged organs, they can grow back like reverse growth.

"All things in the world, the cycle of life and death, exactly correspond to the principles of the rotation of heaven and earth."

"I hope that one day I can live to see these terminal diseases being cured, and to see what kind of methods and technologies can reverse the growth of organs and grow them back again."

"When the time comes, it will be able to be used in other fields, which can be called a breakthrough across the ages."

Mr. Mu looked hopeful.

Several students behind him shook their heads secretly.

The only promising approaches are microbiology, particle therapy, and the theory of human evolutionary immunity, which have only just been proposed.

It will take at least decades, or even hundreds of years, to achieve success in these areas.

Some things, when they reach a bottleneck, seem to reach a new heights.

But if you want to make another step forward, this small step will take an unimaginable amount of time.

Just when everyone looked desperate, Wei Changsong was about to announce that he would give up treatment.

There were two hurried footsteps outside the door.

It was Wei Qingyi and Miss Song who came from behind, trotting in with Su Xuan's Good Fortune Talisman.

Mu Shoucheng was right.
To be continued...