Chapter 9: Taking Action

Ah? The nurse looked at Jiang Senhui in astonishment

"Haven't I already mentioned this, my dear husband! As of now, there is no illness in this world that I cannot cure. If I am not mistaken, my mother-in-law has been in a coma for 1,891 days." Ye Wutian stated with certainty.

The nurse hurriedly withdrew her hand, as her superior was present. She could only roll her eyes at Ye Wutian with a flushed face, refraining from any extreme words or actions.

Jiang Senhui was left speechless and retorted, "Anyone can make such vague statements."

In any case, they are all brain dead, so which one is not as you say. Jiang Senhui always felt like a scholar encountering a rogue, unable to make sense of the lawsuit

Ye Wutian paid no mind to others' opinions. After observing Feng Shulan for a while, he turned to the nurse beside him and said, "Nurse, may I borrow your hand for a moment"

Ye Wutian entered the hospital room without any reservations, striding in confidently, followed closely by the others.

Then why didn't you say so just now?" Ye Wutian questioned.

Upon hearing Su Mengli's words, Jiang Senhui and the others collectively gasped in astonishment, looking at Ye Wutian as if he were a monster. They did not believe that Ye Wutian could arrive at such precise figures by mere guesswork, unless he had prior knowledge of the date of the accident

Jiang Senhui's face flushed red, and he hurriedly cleared his throat twice, explaining: "It is like this, this young man said he needs a private nurse, so I recommended you. Of course, you do not need to rush to accept or decline; you can take your time to consider it."

She had just handed the agreement to Su Zhiyuan when Ye Wutian leaned closer to her with a wicked smile and said, "Nurse little sister, your esteemed dean has already sold you to me, so from now on, you belong to me, Ye Wutian."

Seeing the two arguing incessantly, Su Mengli anxiously said: "Hey! After watching for so long, can it be treated or not?"

Ye Wutian smiled with satisfaction and said: "You don't know this, but brain death is divided into three types: the first type is mild brain death; the second type is moderate brain death; the third type is severe brain death"

Ye Wutian looked at Jiang Senhui and asked with a smile, "Do you know how many types of brain death there are according to *Tushu*?"

In the center of the room, on a high-end electric nursing bed, Su Mengli's mother, Feng Shulan, is quietly lying down. Her face is gaunt, her eyelids are tightly closed, and an oxygen mask covers her mouth, giving her an appearance devoid of any vitality. The only evidence that she is still alive is the faintly fluctuating electrocardiogram displayed on the computer screen beside the bed.

After Ye Wutian and Jiang Senhui made their bet, that nurse girl also ran back with the agreement.

The young nurse listened in confusion, her beautiful big eyes darting between Ye Wutian and Jiang Senhui, before she finally let out a dazed "oh".

The specialized care ward before me is exceptionally well-equipped, featuring a television, refrigerator, air conditioning, and computer, resembling a high-end hotel room.

Jiang Senhui took the agreement, reviewed it, then nodded and said to Ye Wutian: "You may enter now"

Jiang Senhui was taken aback and replied, "Brain death is brain death; there are no different types."

If it is said that the symptoms of the patient's brain death were determined through observation, listening, inquiry, and palpation, there might still be a slight possibility of that. However, to be able to ascertain the date of the patient's coma as well is simply a tale from the Arabian Nights

Ye Wutian chuckled foolishly twice, then clapped his hands and announced: "Alright! This divine physician is about to begin the incantation, so open your eyes wide and watch closely."

Despite Jiang Senhui's look of skepticism, Ye Wutian did not wish to explain too much to him; after all, all he needed to do was to ensure the person was treated properly

Although the young nurse did not understand, she still cooperatively extended her right hand

Ye Wutian stared for a long time, and unexpectedly managed to utter such a meaningless statement, which caused expressions of displeasure to appear on the faces of Su Mengli and the others

Ye Wutian smiled casually and said, "I think those old foreign Western doctors only tell you to use instruments and medications to determine the state of brain death, right?"

"If not judging this way, then how else can it be done? Are we supposed to rely on observation, listening, inquiry, and palpation?" Jiang Senhui argued confidently.

Jiang Senhui was left speechless and could only hum, "I think you are just here to fill the ranks with mediocrity."

Certainly, what Ye Wutian employs is not the ordinary methods of observation, inquiry, and diagnosis. He utilizes the diagnostic techniques of the "Heart Method of the Book of Spiritual Pivot," employing true energy in conjunction with acupoints to directly reach the source of the ailment. He accurately assesses the number of deteriorating brain cells in the patient, as well as the rate of decline. With these two values, he can calculate the time of the patient's brain death.

Jiang Senhui and others also gathered around the bed, their gazes fixed on Ye Wutian. Why would this young man, knowing that it was impossible to cure him, still speak so recklessly? Could it be that he is not in his right mind?

Jiang Senhui swallowed hard and asked with a face full of skepticism, "Young man, may I ask how you calculated this date?"

Su Zhiyuan quickly signed and stamped the liability waiver agreement, then handed it to Director Jiang Senhui, asking, "Director Jiang, is this acceptable?"

Having finished speaking, he no longer babbled, bent down, and extended his right hand to lift Feng Shulan's eyelids, carefully observing for a long time. He then pressed on several points on Feng Shulan's head.

Ye Wutian did not pay any attention, but continued to ask: "Then do you know which type she belongs to?"

Su Mengli walked to the bedside and took her mother's hand. Her eyes were already moist; this was the last hope she had of saving her mother, as depicted in the book, but this hope was exceedingly faint.

Just as the crowd was becoming somewhat impatient, Ye Wutian finally straightened his back and calmly said: "It really is brain death."

Jiang Senhui wiped his sweat and mocked, "Isn't that just stating the obvious? I already told you in advance; who wouldn't be able to say that"

Ye Wutian shrugged his shoulders and said dismissively, "Of course, it relies on the four diagnostic methods of observation, listening, inquiry, and palpation that you Western doctors look down upon."

Everyone looked at Ye Wutian with great curiosity. He excitedly grabbed the nurse's hand, feeling it up and down, while murmuring with excitement: "This jade-like hand, this skin, this texture, is indeed just as I imagined."

Regarding the explanation provided by Jiang Senhui, everyone has become too exhausted to criticize it. Naturally, they will not confront Jiang Senhui directly to expose his lies

Su Mengli calculated with her fingers, her eyes suddenly widening in surprise, and a look of joy appeared on her face, "Including the day of the accident, it is indeed 1891 days."

Everyone was in a frenzy, and this guy was still thinking about these filthy matters at such a time