C9 Strike

When Ye Wutian and Jiang Senhui made the bet, the nurse ran back with the agreement slip.

The moment she handed over the contract form to Su Zhiyuan, Ye Wutian walked up to her and smiled evilly, "Sister nurse, your Principal has already sold you to me. From now on, you are my, Ye Wutian's, man."

"Huh?" The nurse looked at Jiang Senhui in surprise.

Jiang Senhui's face reddened and he hurriedly coughed twice. He explained, "It's like this, this little brother said he needs a private nurse, so I recommended you. Of course, you didn't have to reject it in a hurry, you can consider it first."

With Jiang Senhui's explanation, everyone could no longer afford to retort. Of course, they would not expose Jiang Senhui's lie in front of everyone.

The nurse's little sister was confused when she heard that. She looked at Ye Wutian and then at Jiang Senhui with her big beautiful eyes, and finally replied with a "oh" in a daze.

Su Zhiyuan quickly signed the disclaimer agreement and pressed the fingerprint. Then, he handed the agreement to Jiang Senhui and asked, "President Jiang, do you think this is enough?"

Jiang Senhui took over the agreement and checked it. Then, he nodded and said to Ye Wutian, "You can go in now."

Ye Wutian did not stand on ceremony and walked into the ward swaggering. The rest of the people followed him.

The intensive care unit in front of him was well-equipped. The TV, refrigerator, air conditioner, and computer were all perfect. It was like a high-end hotel room.

In the middle of the room, in a high-grade electric nursing bed, Su Menglee's mother, Feng Shulan, was lying quietly. Her face was thin, her eyelids were tightly shut, and she wore an oxygen mask over her mouth.

Su Menglee walked to the bed and took her mother's hand. Her eyes were already moist. This was her last hope in saving her mother, but this hope was very slim.

Jiang Senhui and the rest also surrounded the bed. Their gazes were all on Ye Wutian. Why was this young man talking nonsense when he knew that it was impossible to cure him? Could there be something wrong with his head?

Ye Wutian didn't care about what others thought. After he observed Feng Shulan for a while, he turned to the nurse beside him and said, "Sister nurse, lend your hand to me."

Although the nurse's little sister didn't understand, she still reached out her right hand.

Everyone looked curiously at Ye Wutian. They saw him excitedly grab the nurse's hand and touch up and down. He mumbled excitedly, "This jade hand, this skin, this feeling, it's exactly as I thought."

Everyone felt dizzy. This guy was actually still thinking about such dirty things at this moment …

The nurse withdrew her hand hurriedly. Because her superior was present, she could only roll her eyes at Ye Wutian with a red face and didn't dare to say anything excessive.

Ye Wutian giggled, then clapped his hands and announced: "Okay! This Godly Doctor is now going to start casting spells, open your eyes wide and look carefully. "

With these words, he didn't waste any more time talking. He bent down, stretched out his right hand, and opened up Feng Shulan's eyelids. After observing for a long time, he pressed a few spots on Feng Shulan's head.

Just when everyone was getting impatient from waiting, Ye Wutian finally straightened his back and said calmly: "It really is brain death."

Ye Wutian looked at them for a long time and actually said such a useless sentence. Su Menglee and the others revealed displeasure on their faces.

Jiang Senhui wiped off his sweat and ridiculed, "Aren't you talking nonsense? I've already told you in advance, so who doesn't know how to tell? "

Ye Wutian looked at Jiang Senhui and asked with a smile, "Then do you know which types are divided into: brain-dead?"

Jiang Senhui was stunned for a moment, and replied, "Brain death is brain death, what other kinds are there?"

Ye Wutian smiled proudly and said, "You don't know about that. Brain death can be divided into three categories: first, mild brain death; second, moderate brain death; and third, severe brain death."

Jiang Senhui was speechless after hearing that and argued, "Who doesn't know of your general idea?"

"Why didn't you just say that?" Ye Wutian asked.

Jiang Senhui was speechless. He could only grunt: "I think you are just pretending to be something."

Ye Wutian didn't mind and continued asking, "Then do you know which type she belongs to?"

"Anyways, it's a brain death, which one is still up to you." Jiang Senhui always felt that he was like an Elementary Scholar meeting with a rascal. He couldn't understand how the lawsuit worked.

Ye Wutian smiled casually and said, "I think those foreign elders only told you to use instruments and drugs to determine the state of brain death, right?"

"What else can we do if we don't judge like that? Is there really a need to look around and listen?" Jiang Senhui retorted boldly.

Seeing the two arguing, Su Menglee said anxiously, "Hey! After looking at it for so long, do you think it can be cured? "

"Didn't I already tell you about your husband! There is no illness in this world that I am unable to treat. If I am not wrong, my mother-in-law should have been unconscious for 1891 days. " Ye Wutian said with certainty.

Su Menglee counted with her fingers as her eyes widened. Her face revealed a look of pleasant surprise, "Including the day of the car accident, it was indeed 1891 days."

Hearing Su Menglee's words, Jiang Senhui sucked in a breath of cold air and looked at Ye Wutian as if he was looking at a monster. They didn't think Ye Wutian would be able to come up with such precise numbers just by relying on his ignorance, unless he knew the date of the accident beforehand.

Jiang Senhui swallowed his saliva and asked doubtfully, "Lad, I wonder how you calculated this date?"

Ye Wutian shrugged his shoulders and said nonchalantly, "Of course it's because of that question that you people don't put him in your eyes."

It might be possible to tell the symptoms of brain death by looking at the patient, but even the date of the patient's coma could be seen. It was simply a fantasy.

Of course, what Ye Wutian used was not just any common observation skills. He used the diagnosis and treatment methods of Divine Pivot Heart Arts, and combined it with acupuncture points to go straight to the focus, to find out the precise number of brain cells in the patient's body, as well as the rate of decay.

Even though Jiang Senhui had a face full of suspicion, Ye Wutian didn't want to explain too much to him.