Divine Doctor from the Start of the Eye Mutation

Ling Zhenfei only saw the patient at this moment. The person had already lost consciousness, surviving solely on modern medical equipment.

Several doctors were standing by, all waiting for Ling Zhenfei's treatment.

Ling Zhenfei stepped forward, took the patient's wrist, and checked the pulse. As soon as he did, he was terrified. This patient was beyond saving.

The illness was incredibly severe. The entire liver had almost stopped functioning and was sustained solely by medication. Unless Ling Zhenfei could produce another life-extending pill, there was no way to cure this person.

Ling Zhenfei released the patient's wrist and asked the doctors beside him, "Do you think there's any possibility of saving this person?"

The two doctors beside him shook their heads and said, "The liver is completely necrotic. Even if we were to find a very good liver for transplantation, it wouldn't be easy to cure."

Ling Zhenfei replied, "Knowing the situation, there was no need to wait for me."

The other doctors fell silent. Indeed, in this situation, even using medication to sustain the patient wouldn't last long.

"Divine Doctor Ling, we thought you might have a good solution, so we didn't dare make a decision on our own," said one of the doctors.

Ling Zhenfei said, "Even though I'm called a divine doctor, I'm still human. I can't just remove my own liver to transplant it for him.

He's not just sick; his liver is completely dead. Inform his family; there's nothing more we can do."

Ling Zhenfei's words shocked everyone, especially He Lingxiu, who did not expect the situation to be like this.

He Lingxiu said, "Is there really nothing else we can do? He's the pillar of their family. If he dies, their lives will be incredibly difficult."

Ling Zhenfei said, "Go take a look yourself."

He Lingxiu walked up to the man, checked his pulse, and suddenly burst into tears.

"It's really hopeless. Brother Afei, can you save him? I beg you," He Lingxiu pleaded tearfully to Ling Zhenfei.

Ling Zhenfei said, "You know his condition. No matter how hard I try, without Rejuvenation Grass to make a life-extending pill, it's all in vain."

He Lingxiu said, "If we could just delay his death a bit, so his family could say goodbye, it would be okay too."

Ling Zhenfei sighed and said, "People say doctors have a parent's heart. You've achieved that now, but you're being too much.

If another patient were here right now, you'd be wasting your energy on meaningless efforts, consuming your time.

We doctors aren't immortals. If someone can be saved, we'll do everything we can to save them, but right now, this patient's situation is beyond us."

He Lingxiu had no choice but to agree.

In truth, Ling Zhenfei felt helpless too. He came all the way from the Capital City to help cure this person, but who could have expected this person's situation to be like this?

Ling Zhenfei and He Lingxiu took a small sigh of relief and walked out of the ICU.

As soon as they reached the door, Ling Zhenfei and He Lingxiu were blocked by a crowd.

At the door, not only were there the patient's family members but also media reporters who had followed Ling Zhenfei and He Lingxiu in.

The cameras and microphones surrounded Ling Zhenfei and He Lingxiu, blocking their way.

"Doctor, what's the situation now?"

Ling Zhenfei knew he had to step up in this situation. He Lingxiu had never handled such a scene before and was feeling nervous.

Ling Zhenfei said, "I've seen the patient. His liver is completely necrotic. Unless a suitable liver donor can be found in a very short time, there's no cure."

Ling Zhenfei's words exploded like a bomb in the crowd.

The reporters hadn't expected to hear such words from Ling Zhenfei, who they thought could cure anyone he treated.

Of course, the patient's family found it hardest to accept.

"Impossible, impossible. How could he deteriorate this fast? Our old man was fine before. How could his liver just die like that?"

"Exactly. If my father were really that bad, there should have been a process, not immediate failure."

Reporters began questioning Ling Zhenfei: "Divine Doctor Ling, didn't you say before the New Year that the treatment was almost complete? Why is this happening now?"

Ling Zhenfei responded, "Based on my years of medical experience, and after listening to Doctor He's treatment history and prescriptions.

The patient developed acute liver necrosis due to excessive drinking, but due to timely discovery and Doctor He's treatment, the patient was saved.

However, by then it was close to the end of the year, and Doctor He went home for the New Year, but at that time the treatment was nearly complete.

If maintained, a full recovery was possible, but the condition was to take medicine on time and not drink alcohol—especially no alcohol.

If my guess is correct, Du Zhongming likely drank heavily during the New Year, worsening his condition to this state."

Ling Zhenfei's explanation was reasonable; a disease caused by heavy drinking could certainly worsen with continued drinking.

At this point, the media turned their attention to Du Zhongming's family.

"May I ask if Du Zhongming drank alcohol during the New Year?"

"People everywhere drink a lot during the New Year. Did Du Zhongming drink a lot?"

The reporters' questions hit Du Zhongming's family like a hammer.

Du Zhongming's wife and his two sons were slightly stunned. Just as his wife was about to speak, his eldest son, Du Hu, spoke up.

"No, we know my father likes to drink, but he didn't go anywhere during the New Year, let alone drink—he didn't have a single drop."

"Yes, we suspect the prescription was wrong. Otherwise, how could the medicine harm someone so much?"

"Our old man was in good health before. It was after taking that medicine that he became like this."

No one expected the Du Family to turn the tables, blaming the medicine.

The reporters hadn't anticipated this turn of events either; they were originally here to interview Ling Zhenfei's first visit to Tangcheng, unaware the plot would take such a twist.

"So, are you saying you suspect Little Miracle Doctor's treatment is problematic?"

Du Zhongming's younger son, Du Long, confidently said, "What divine doctor? If he were one, how could he let someone die from his treatment?"

"Exactly, what divine doctor? Our old man was fine before, and it's their treatment that killed him."

"Give us back our father! You medical frauds!"

The crowd erupted into an uproar, and these people, unreasonably making such accusations in this situation.