Master Fu's little ancestor is fierce

Jiang Mao glanced at Lin Jueyang: "Do you have a better way?"

Lin Jueyang touched his nose with his hand: "...No."

If he had the brains and talents of Jiang Mao in medicine, what job would he still have in the hospital?What kind of personal doctor is Jiang Zhengheng?Wouldn't he be a miracle doctor like Jiang Mao?

Jiang Mao patiently replaced the music with piano music.

He said at the same time: "Everyone's situation is different and their preferences are different. Only when they find something they really like and let them find resonance deep in their souls can it really work. Of course, there is another possibility..."

"What's possible?" Lin Jueyang asked immediately.

Jiang Mao said: "Most vegetative people can't perceive any movement outside."

Lin Jueyang frowned and said, "Doesn't that mean doing useless work?"

Jiang Mao nodded: "Yes. But no matter what, if there is a chance, we have to try hard. What if she can perceive the sound outside?"

As he said that, Jiang Mao looked at the curve on the instrument again, and there was still no fluctuation, so he changed to pipa music again.

After playing two pipa pieces, the instrument still did not respond.

Jiang Mao glanced at the situation outside the window and said, "Lin Jueyang, give the patient a massage, and we'll take her out to bask in the sun later."

Lin Jueyang quit: "My massage technique is not as good as yours."

Jiang Mao looked at Lin Jueyang: "Don't be modest, who dares to compare with you for acupuncture and massage?"

Lin Jueyang: "..."

Still hold grudges.

When they were practicing massage and massage, they practiced with each other. He pushed Jiang Mao's neck a little harder, so that he could only tilt his neck for a week.

Jiang Mao stared at the instrument, and searched for painting lectures on his mobile phone.

During the lecture, the teacher's professional voice came out: "... Let's find the position of the eyes now, divide it into five equal parts by the width of the head, and draw the eyes. The width of the nose is about equal to the distance between the eyes..."

Seeing Jiang Mao paying close attention to the reaction of the instrument, Lin Jueyang began to massage Shen Yashu.

To be honest, he has done massage for countless people, including elderly people with serious physical problems and blocked meridians.

But no one's body shrank like Shen Yashu's.

Her body weighs no more than sixty kilograms.

He began to massage Shen Yashu carefully.

After Jiang Mao played three clips of painting, seeing that the instrument did not respond, he patiently switched to a music lecture.

After that, it will be replaced by tea knowledge lectures.

After that, it will be replaced by a lecture on Heart Sutra Buddhism...

Lin Jueyang carefully massaged Shen Yashu.

He looked up at Jiang Mao from time to time, and Jiang Mao had been staring at the instrument intently, without a trace of impatience.

He understood a little bit why there was such a big gap between him and Jiang Mao who studied under the same teacher and graduated from the same school.

In medicine, Jiang Mao is more meticulous and thinks more than him in everything he does.

He also knows that spiritual therapy is useful for some vegetative people, but at most he only thinks of asking the relatives of the vegetative people to talk to the vegetative people more and try to wake them up.

He has never thought so much like Jiang Mao, trying to find the preferences of the vegetative person before he fell ill, and to seek the psychological resonance of the vegetative person.

I also heard Jiang Mao say: "Miss Shen is still alive after her body is like this. This is already a miracle in itself. The reason for this miracle should be her desire to survive. The strong desire to survive is mostly due to her special Things to worry about. Therefore, the possibility of her perceiving the outside world is greater than that of ordinary vegetative people. She will not give up, and we will not give up either!"

When Lin Shenyang heard this sentence, we will not give up, and his heart trembled inexplicably.

Four words flashed in his mind: the benevolence of the doctor!
When he massaged, he became even more careful.

Fu Yufeng didn't know why, but he was inexplicably concerned about Shen Yashu's situation.Therefore, when Jiang Mao and Lin Jueyang were being treated, he also came in and watched from the sidelines.

Jian Yunxi felt that since she came to Shen's house for dinner, it would be impolite not to visit the patient.Therefore, she also brought her children in to visit patients.

The three children are exceptionally sensible, they have not spoken all the time, they are quiet and not noisy.

At this moment, Sanbao couldn't bear it anymore, and said, "Grandma is so pitiful, when will she get better?"

Only then did Jian Yunxi realize that she shouldn't let her children see this.She immediately said: "Okay, we have visited grandma, and Mommy will take you out."

Jiang Mao suggested: "Chu'er, please sing a song to grandma, and wish grandma get better soon."

Originally, when he asked Fu Yufeng to take Jian Yunxi and the children over, he also had this in mind.

He wasn't sure what Miss Shen went through before she became a vegetable, so he wanted to try various methods.What if Miss Shen had grandchildren before she became a vegetative state, and it happened that the one who couldn't let go of her was the one who supported her all the time?
In that case, it is possible to hear the soft and cute voice of the child and react.

If it was before, Fu Yufeng would definitely find it ridiculous.But now, he actually has hope.

Sanbao looked at the person on the bed and felt very pitiful, so she sang in a childlike voice: "The warm sun is basking in the sun, the soft clouds are hugging, the insects are flying, the insects are flying, the red insects are flying ..."

Jiang Mao stared at the instrument.

Lin Jueyang said: "I think it might be better to let the relatives of the Shen family talk to her. After all, Fu Yufeng's child has nothing to do with her..."

drip-

Suddenly, the instrument rang.

Everyone looked at the instrument excitedly.

I actually saw that the previously incomparably balanced curve on the instrument had a huge fluctuation.

Jiang Mao was very excited: "She can really perceive the outside world, and she might really have a granddaughter."

Because of everyone's excitement, Sanbao also stopped.

Jian Yunxi touched Sanbao's head, and said excitedly: "Chu'er, continue singing to grandma."

On the instrument, the previous calm has been restored.It seems that everyone has an illusion.

Sanbao continued to sing, and the instrument still did not fluctuate after singing a song.

But Jiang Mao said firmly and confidently: "She can perceive the outside world, which is a very good phenomenon, which shows that my judgment is correct. Her desire to survive is very strong, which is very conducive to her subsequent recovery."

The members of the Shen family were originally afraid that the air quality would be affected by the crowd, so Shen Wenbin was the only one in Shen Yashu's room.

Seeing that the instrument really responded, and hearing what Jiang Mao said, his eyes were red with excitement, and he felt more and more that Fu Yufeng was the nobleman of their Shen family.

"Chu'er, can you sing another song for grandma?" Jiang Mao said again when he saw that the three treasures had finished singing.