After Si Shang understood Lao Li's situation, Mai was truly in a dilemma. He had no idea how he could possibly retrieve the shrapnel.
His own ice-energy ability could only stimulate the body's functions and make life more vigorous. It was easy to deal with germs and lesions, as the ice energy could devour them. But he couldn't do anything about these shrapnels. He couldn't turn the shrapnels into gold, so he was truly powerless.
However, after so many years, these shrapnel fragments have become encased in flesh and blood, forming fleshy lumps inside the body. These lumps will definitely put pressure on blood vessels, but the harm to the body will certainly be less than that to the brain.
Zhou Xuan opened his eyes, glanced at Old Li, and after thinking for a moment, said to the old man, "Old man, I can't solve Old Li's problem right now. I need time to think about it, experiment, and then I'll treat Old Li again after I have the results."
The old man was somewhat disappointed, but there was nothing he could do. However, Li's illness was urgent; the experts at the General Hospital of the Military and Political Affairs had said that the tumor formed from the shrapnel in his brain was now seriously endangering his life, and surgery was impossible. This was likely Li Changzheng's last time.
The old man placed his only hope on Zhou Xuan. Although he didn't know if Zhou Xuan could cure the disease, he did place his hopes on him because Zhou Xuan gave him the impression of being an omnipotent superhuman.
But now Zhou Xuan was also helpless. It seemed that this was the last time for this old comrade-in-arms. The old man suddenly felt sad and remained silent. Old Li, how much longer can you have?
Zhou Xuan then said, "Grandpa, I would like to invite Old Li to his room upstairs so I can treat him. Although I can't cure him, I can at least alleviate some of his pain."
The old man was taken aback, then overjoyed and said, "Good, good, Li Lei, third brother, you two take Changzheng upstairs to my room."
The old man was pleased, but Old Li himself didn't care. He had already been prepared when Zhou Xuan said it was incurable. If it weren't for the old man's dissuasion, who would have believed such a young and inexperienced boy as Zhou Xuan?
Li Lei and Old Li's guards were even more skeptical. A top hospital, the most advanced medical equipment, the most cutting-edge technology, and top academicians—if none of these could cure him, how could this ordinary young man possibly do it? And looking at him, he had nothing at all; how could he possibly be treated? If it weren't for the old man's recommendation, Li Lei would have held a gun to Zhou Xuan's head and interrogated him.
But now that the old man had given the order, they had no choice but to comply. Li Lei, meanwhile, was secretly keeping an eye on Zhou Xuan. If Zhou Xuan was trying to gain any benefits, then he was definitely a fraud. Besides, it was his father who had been treated; he knew whether it was effective or not. He could find out by asking. There was no way he could fake it.
Li Lei thought that among the people in the living room, only the old man and Wei Haihong truly trusted Zhou Xuan.
The guards, Li Lei, and Wei Haihong carried Old Li's wheelchair upstairs. Old Li was already in a semi-paralyzed state, all due to the shrapnel tumor in his brain.
Once they reached the old man's room on the second floor, after the group put the wheelchair down, Wei Haihong asked Zhou Xuan, "Little brother, should we put Uncle Li on the bed?"
Zhou Xuan shook his head and said, "No need, this is fine. You can all leave."
Li Lei was taken aback, then immediately said seriously, "No, I have to keep an eye on my hometown." The guard also disagreed; who knew what Zhou Xuan might do if he was alone with Old Li?
Zhou Xuan spread his hands helplessly and said, "Then I can't cure it, Brother Hong, what can I do?"
Before Wei Haihong could speak, Li Lei reached for the pistol at his waist, glared at him, and said in a deep voice, "You little brat, you dare to try and fool us? Do you know what I do?"
Zhou Xuan immediately replied coldly, "I know you're a high-ranking general, a big shot. There are some things I don't want to say, whether I lie or not. The old man and Brother Hong know what's going on. I'm not begging you to treat my illness!"
If it weren't for the fact that this was with the old man and Wei Haihong was nearby, Li Lei would have really wanted to pull out his gun and torture him to extract a confession. He could almost imagine that Xiao Zhouxuan was a liar. He just didn't know how he had managed to fool the old man. He figured the old man was just too old. Besides, Wei Laosan was just a spoiled brat, so it probably wouldn't have been too difficult to fool him.
When Wei Haihong heard Li Lei's sudden distress, he was taken aback. After a moment of surprise, he quickly said, "Brother, don't... I'm telling you, my brother Xiao Zhou is definitely not a liar, absolutely not!"
At this moment, Old Li, despite the pain, spoke up: "Li Lei, get out of here, all of you get out."
Li Lei heard his father's words and dared not make a sound. However, he still did not want to go out. Since he thought Zhou Xuan was a fraud, how could he entrust his grandfather's body to him with peace of mind?
Wei Haihong grabbed Li Lei and dragged him out of the room, saying, "Brother, just listen to me this once. Let's go out first, and we'll see what happens later. Listen to me."
After finally managing to drag Li Lei out, Wei Haihong then...
"He looked at the guard and said, "What are you doing? Come out now!" The guard had no choice but to go out. He could be ruthless to others, but he couldn't be ruthless to Wei Haihong and his group of young masters.
Wei Haihong slammed the door shut again.
Old Li, his eyes half-open, looked at Zhou Xuan and, enduring the pain, whispered, "Little Zhou, what do you need to do? You start instantly..."
Although Old Li didn't have much hope for Zhou Xuan's treatment, he still felt that Zhou Xuan wasn't a fraud. He could tell from his clear eyes. And most importantly, Old Li absolutely trusted the old man completely!
Zhou Xuan said calmly, "Old Li, to be honest, if it were because of your son, I wouldn't be treating your illness. I'm only doing it for your grandfather's sake. He and Brother Hong have helped me unconditionally a great deal. I'll do my best to help him with anything he asks. So, you don't need to consider anything else. I won't accept any reward from you. You should thank your grandfather."
Zhou Xuan thought for a moment before adding, "Furthermore, I'm not confident I can cure your illness, at least not right now. All I can do is alleviate your symptoms, reduce them to a certain point from before. In other words, you can return to the symptoms you had a certain time ago, but I can't cure it completely. I want to make this clear to you!"
Old Li smiled and said, "Yes, I understand. Don't worry about our son; you're just worried about this old man!"
“I know,” Zhou Xuan said calmly. “I understand he’s just worried about your safety. There’s something else about my treatment of you here. I’d like to ask you to keep it a secret after the treatment. I don’t want anything about me to be revealed.”
Old Li became genuinely curious. This young man in front of him was too strange. He didn't seem like a conman, and besides, this was on-site treatment; how could he possibly be deceived? The sensations and feelings were all his own; whether the treatment was effective or not, those were all his own experiences. How could he be fooled?
"Okay, I promise you!" Old Li suddenly felt dizzy, and the pain in his head intensified. After saying this, his body began to tremble. He had already been given painkillers by the General Hospital of Military and Political Affairs when he came out.
These medicines were all airlifted from abroad, and their price and quantity are beyond the reach of ordinary people.
Zhou Xuan nodded and stopped talking. From Old Li's expression, he knew that Old Li's pain had intensified, so he reached out his left hand and grabbed Old Li's hand.
Old Li was in a lot of pain, and without realizing it, he gripped Zhou Xuan's hand tightly as well.
Zhou Xuan looked at these hands, which were thin and dry, probably the result of long-term drug treatment. No matter how good the medicine is, it is still harmful to the body. Medicine is poison!
Zhou Xuan activated his icy energy, ignoring the other shrapnel in his conductor and targeting the vital area in his brain. The icy energy surrounded the tumor, preventing it from engulfing the shrapnel, but it could eliminate the tumor and blood clots surrounding the shrapnel, which were composed of human cells.
First, the blood vessels at the site of the shrapnel were reopened. Then, the blood clots were dissolved and absorbed. Next, the dead cells were transformed into a tiny quantity and forced from the blood to the right finger, where they were then dissolved.
force.
After this process of transformation was repeated more than ten times, the size of the shrapnel tumor in the cerebellum was reduced by half, leaving only a tiny mass encasing the shrapnel. This was equivalent to bringing Old Li's condition back to the state he was in twenty years ago, where, although it was still a tumor, it was bearable and painless.
Old Li didn't understand what Zhou Xuan had done. But his mind felt icy cold, and the initial excruciating pain gradually lessened until it disappeared completely!
This feeling is real. No matter how you say it or describe it, Old Li's own body can feel it. In any case, the intense pain that he couldn't bear has disappeared!
What's going on in his brain? The shrapnel mass was actually mentioned to him twenty years ago during a specialist examination; it's been slowly growing. Currently, it's not dangerous, but in ten or twenty years, the danger will emerge. Twenty years ago, surgery wasn't possible; twenty years later, the tumor will be larger, making surgery even more difficult. But who can predict the future? Perhaps medical technology will be far more advanced than we could have imagined then?
But the truth is, to this day, the tumor still cannot be removed, and it is impossible to remove it, because current medical technology has not yet reached the point where it can be removed without damaging brain nerve cells.
Zhou Xuan picked up the needle from the bedside table. The old man had placed the needle there after he recovered from his illness; it was his memento, a memento of the life Zhou Xuan had given him.
Zhou Xuan gently pricked Old Li's right index finger with a needle, then used icy energy to force out the blood containing the gold molecules, drop by drop, golden blood dripped out. To find out what happens next, please visit the website for more chapters and support the author. Support genuine reading!