Silence filled the conference room.
Clearly, this patient had an extremely unusual constitution.
It was not necessarily an allergy.
No one could be allergic to every medication.
There had to be an underlying cause they knew nothing about.
Unable to reach a conclusion, the hospital doctors finally turned to the "specialists" who had arrived last.
Lao Qi and Jiang Chengshi were silent too.
They had almost never seen a case like Song Ning's, and they lacked other test results to support a diagnosis.
According to Gu Zheng, she had a hereditary disease. Her family had actively sought treatment, but the doctors had given a very bleak prognosis.
Jiang Chengshi immediately asked to see the patient.
Without sufficient test results, they could not make a specific diagnosis based on a brief description alone.
After making the necessary preparations, the two entered the resuscitation room.
Song Ning lay quietly on the cold hospital bed.
An oxygen tube ran into her nose, and several monitors were connected to her fingers.
She looked as though she had been trussed up, without a trace of vitality.
Her small body lay there.
One look was enough to make their hearts ache.
Both men were intimately familiar with this equipment.
A single glance at the monitor screens told them that every reading was more alarming than the last.
The girl who had been so lively that morning was now hovering between life and death.
Lao Qi's eyes reddened at once.
Jiang Chengshi felt no better.
He politely asked the doctors and nurses beside them to step out for a moment.
Although puzzled, they exchanged a few glances and quietly left.
They could not help wondering whether... these visiting specialists were afraid they would steal their techniques.
Lao Qi was confused. "Cheng Shi! If you send them away,