"Doctor Phil, take the liberty to ask"

Walking side by side with the tall and thin middle-aged male doctor on the way to the main building of St. Edinlun Hospital, Zhou Wei finally couldn't help asking curiously, and his eyes also fell on the former's face:

"You are that girl..."

Dr. Phil smiled, as if he had guessed Zhou Wei's question, and shook his head:

"No."

"Actually, it's not the patient I'm responsible for."

"I am mainly responsible for the patient's condition management of the special care unit in Area A, the special care unit in Area B, but the ward in Area B of the building was not originally within my jurisdiction."

"As for the chief physician... it's not me."

The answer was very detailed, but the more this happened, the more it made Zhou Wei’s doubts dissipate:

"Then I think you seem to be"

Before he finished speaking, Dr. Phil took over the words with a smile:

"It seems that you know and care about Cas private e. What you want to say is this?"

Then, without waiting for Zhou Wei to nod, Dr. Phil's gaze turned away. He looked at the cold and cold scenes in the storm on both sides of the garden path, and spoke with emotion:

"yes."

"It was indeed not something I need to worry about."

"only……"

"That girl seems to have a magical magic from the East, which makes anyone who sees her unable to help but feel caring and pity."

The words were a bit mysterious, but Zhou Wei felt a little enlightened and looked up at Dr. Phil again:

"Like the Nurse Jessica just now?"

"Yes, it's like Jessica just now." Dr. Phil nodded affirmatively and smiled: "Jessica is one of the caregivers who has been responsible for taking care of her since she was hospitalized at St. Edinron. She almost treats her as her biological daughter. So she is so alert to you in the front and hopes you don't mind."

Zhou Wei shook his head:

"Of course, this feeling is understandable, it's just a misunderstanding."

At this time, he no longer cared about the small misunderstanding and conflict before, because through Dr. Phil's answer and explanation in front of him, he was more deeply and intuitively experiencing the special charm that the girl he had never masked seemed to have.

A girl from the far east.

After coming to a foreign country, in a completely unfamiliar environment, even in a hospital that should have been shrouded in a cold and inhuman atmosphere as medical alcohol and disinfectant, it can gain the care and love of so many strangers freely.

That's all...

That's great enough.

Even though I had never seen the girl named "anxin" with my own eyes, Zhou Wei couldn't help but subconsciously try to outline the image of the other person in his heart.

That should be a girl full of sunshine and always with a smile.

Has black hair belonging to oriental people.

A slender and beautiful body.

There is no doubt that she has a beautiful and pitiful face.

Maybe love.

Perhaps smart and cunning.

But no matter which temperament it is... it should have the same unique charm that is indescribable, making people unable to help but be willing to get close to it, and making the people around her feel happy and sunny.

"It's really a good girl." As if to prove Zhou Wei's outlined guess, Dr. Phil once again sighed sincerely: "With the warm breath surrounded by sunshine, it is so bright that it will probably make all the young men of the same age excited..."

As he said that, he suddenly stopped and then sighed:

"pity"

It's just a pity that it's enough for Zhou Wei to guess and understand some implicit meanings from it.

So when I got to the point, I finally turned to the topic.

Taking a deep breath and adjusting his mood, Zhou Wei looked at Dr. Phil seriously and raised the doubts that had been buried in his heart for a long time:

"So, haven't asked for advice yet"

"What disease did that girl...have?"

As if he had expected this question Zhou Wei had raised, Dr. Phil showed no surprise at all on his face. He just sighed again, stopped and looked at Zhou Wei, and spoke quietly:

"Als, don't you know MR Zhou?"

a-l-s?

The strange English words made Zhou Wei slightly stunned for a moment.

I vaguely seem to be familiar with this professional term, but for a moment... I can't really recall it.

...

“als.”

"The full name... should be called amyotrophic-lateral-sclero private s."

Dr. Phil said in a calm tone and gave another more detailed explanation to Zhou Wei.

And this time...

The latter finally understood.

So the expression on Zhou Wei's face suddenly changed:

“Amyotrophic lateral sclerosis?”

Dr. Phil nodded slowly: "Yes, it seems you are not unfamiliar with this disease, but in our UK, this disease should be called mnd, that is, motor neuron disease." He smiled and said: "The Frenchman also called this disease chart-Chiaco disease, but in fact they all mean the same."

At this moment, Dr. Phil could not concentrate on his words and listen carefully, because at this time Zhou Wei was completely shocked by the answer to the truth.

In the mind...

It seems to be buzzing!

als.

Yes, even ordinary people like him who are irrelevant to the medical field, are vaguely familiar with the abbreviation of this word, because although these three simple English letters may not seem familiar to most people, if it were a Chinese translation... it would definitely not make people feel strange.

Absent-Longitus.

"After the patient's upper motor neuron and lower motor neurons are damaged, the muscles in the limbs, trunk, chest and abdomen gradually become weak and atrophy."

"Slowly lose your ability to move until you experience swallowing, speaking, and respiratory failure."

The tone was almost flat without any fluctuation and slowly explained such a rigorous and cold medical professional explanation from his mouth. At this moment, Dr. Phil looked a little indifferent, but the sadness and heavy light flashing deep in his pupils revealed his true mood fluctuations.

Swallowed with some difficulty, Zhou Wei felt his voice tight when he spoke again:

"That girl...has als?"

"No." Dr. Phil shook his head.

However, before Zhou Wei could subconsciously relax or make any confusing reaction, Dr. Phil's voice had already come again:

"Her illness."

"It's even more complicated and more serious than Als."

For a moment.

The wind and rain in the garden seemed to suddenly be quiet as the words fell.

It's just a slight cold chill that is indescribable... slowly climbing into people's hearts.

The air is cool.

The rain fell on the dark umbrella.

Under the umbrella, the tall and thin middle-aged British man bowed his head slightly as if mourning:

"That's a variant of als."

"The chances of occurring in conventional als patients are no more than three in a thousand."

"This variant condition"

"Call Orsonmer."

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