Orthopedics.
In the corridor.
"Can't you think of any other way?" Zhan Guiping grabbed the doctor and asked.
Zhan Guiping's wife anxiously said, "Save my daughter! Please save her!"
Zhan Rourou, sitting in her wheelchair, cried softly. "Dad, Mom, I know I'll never be able to stand again in this life. Sob... Don't worry about me anymore. Let's... let's go home."
Zhan Guiping snapped, "What are you talking about? Dad promises you! I'll definitely get your legs treated!"
Tears welled up in Madam Zhan's eyes, and she began crying too. "Doctor, my daughter is only twenty-three! I'm begging you, please think of something!"
The doctor sighed, holding several X-rays in his hand. "It's not that we refuse to treat your child. There's simply nothing we can do. It's no longer just a problem with the patient's legs. Her lumbar vertebrae are involved as well." He pointed at the films. "Look here. Both the nerves and bones have been damaged. The bones would be manageable, but the nerve damage, especially in this location... The possibility of recovery through surgery is practically zero. Besides, if she had been brought here for surgery right away, perhaps there might have been... But the patient already underwent surgery at a local hospital, and nearly two months have passed. That makes it..." The doctor shook his head slightly. "You should prepare yourselves mentally."
Zhan Rourou's face turned pale, and even her lips trembled.
Madam Zhan cried, "This is the best hospital in the Capital City. There must be another way! Please operate on Rourou one more time. Even a sliver of hope is enough!"
The doctor said, "Why don't you ask at the Third Hospital of Beijing Medical University?"
The Third Hospital of Beijing Medical University was the most renowned orthopedic hospital in the Capital City.