The hospital's examination results said exactly what they had expected: he had suffered a stroke and fallen from upstairs.
Zhu Mengmeng slammed the table and sprang to her feet, her brows bristling. "My dad's been as strong as an ox for years! He can run ten kilometers every morning and kill a pig with one punch, and you're telling me he had a stroke!"
The doctor said helplessly, "Miss, even if you don't trust our medical judgment, you should at least trust the equipment..."
"Like hell I trust you!" Zhu Mengmeng flew into a rage. "Have you ever seen someone stay unconscious this long from a stroke? Can your machines tell me when he'll wake up?"
The doctor looked embarrassed. The machines really couldn't tell him that.
From his experience, he also thought this stroke was strange. At the very least, people didn't normally remain unconscious like this. If the fall had caused some brain injury, the equipment hadn't detected any problems either. But there really was no explanation other than a stroke. He couldn't exactly say someone had stolen the man's soul...
Instead, it was Qiu Wuji, returning from outside, who stopped the raging Zhu Mengmeng. "Don't panic, Mengmeng. I can wake your father up."
The doctor was about to speak when Chu Ge cut in first. "My girlfriend's just trying to comfort her and help you out."
The doctor paused, then gave a wry smile. "Thank you. Please help talk the patient's family member down... You could try talking to him more about things he cares about and see if that helps."
After much persuasion, they finally managed to usher all the doctors and nurses out. Zhu Mengmeng asked hesitantly, "Qiu Qiu, were you really just comforting me? Why do I feel like you actually can..."
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