Chapter 907 Myth

Ning Quruo turned his head.

The girl's white jade hands held the hands of the man in the wheelchair.

The moment Ning Quruo saw this scene, he felt unhappy in his heart, and his whole body became like before, with a "buzzing" sound in his head.

I really want to... kill this man!

He clenched his hands tightly.

"Gu Weimian." Ning Quruo's voice was cold and hard, "Have you forgotten what I just told you? You are not going to class?"

Gu Weimian's eyes swept across his face, and before Ning Quruo could issue his various mandatory orders again, the girl had already pushed Huo Yan around and went directly into the elevator behind.

Ning Quruo strode towards the elevator.

Before he reached the elevator door, he was stopped by someone.

When he touched the elevator button, Huo Yan and Gu Weimian had already disappeared.

He watched the elevator go up to the top floor of the hospital, and waited for the elevator to come down with a gloomy face, and entered the elevator.

But no matter how he pressed the button for the top floor, the elevator never moved.

Ning Quruo came out of the elevator and asked the medical staff outside the elevator, "Why can't I press the button for the top floor?"

The young nurse was almost scared by Ning Quruo, "You need an authorization card to go to the top floor."

Ning Quruo's face darkened, and his eyes froze as he looked at the red floor display on the elevator.

...

All of Huo Yan's test results were expedited.

The dean specially called the head of the laboratory department and the director and deputy director of neurosurgery to check the results on site.

No matter how you look at it...

Huo Yan's central nervous system is damaged, so he can't stand up and walk.

"This condition is well maintained. The nerves have not continued to deteriorate, and the muscles have not atrophied too much."

The support of rich people is indeed unimaginable for ordinary people.

Gu Weimian frowned, "No, it shouldn't be like this. Logically, Huo Yan should be able to stand up now."

Others looked at each other in surprise when they heard this.

How is this possible?

The dean was also a little amused, "This is impossible."

The nerves are necrotic, just like a computer with its wires cut off, without any perception, how can it stand up?

Huo Yan's condition was relatively good. First of all, the position of his damaged central nervous system was very low, and secondly, his nerves were not completely disconnected.

But no matter what, there was no hope.

Gu Weimian never expected others to understand him, "I want to do a blood test again, and I will do it myself this time."

The dean and several directors looked at each other.

The head of the laboratory department inevitably looked a little ugly. Gu Weimian was questioning his professional ability.

He frowned, feeling the gazes of other people in the office, and said coldly, "Of course, the blood test equipment in the laboratory is ready."

Even if he disagreed, the dean and the doctors would agree, so why should he take the lead?

He turned around and led the way in front, and everyone went to the laboratory together.

When several doctors in the laboratory saw the dean personally leading a group of people to come over, they all opened their eyes wide with curiosity.

One of them recognized Gu Weiman and lowered her voice but couldn't suppress the excitement in each word, "It's her! It's the miracle doctor from last time!"

"By the way, she was the one who saved the man from death in the fire, right? I heard from the people present that she was as magical as a fairy tale."