I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2566 - 1608: News

"Doctor, it’s alright, please tell us honestly, how much hope is there?"

The central hospital is less than a kilometer in a straight line from Greenfield Phase II.

In the special care ward, Fang Weiguo stood in the corner, eagerly watching the director of neurology who came to conduct rounds.

"This situation is extremely dangerous, and the fact that the patient has held on indicates a strong will to survive. As family members, you should maintain an optimistic and positive attitude."

"We just want to have a baseline understanding."

Pan Hui spoke up from the side.

After spending a few uncertain days in the ICU, Zhang Zhongquan was finally wheeled out, alive.

However, his condition was merely a state of being in a medical sense.

He couldn’t speak, couldn’t move, and it was unclear whether he had any self-awareness.

Indeed.

The familiar word: vegetative state.

The old director, who seemed close to retirement, glanced at the hospital bed not far away, sighed slightly, and adjusted his glasses.

"From my professional perspective and past experience, although the current state of the patient may be difficult to accept, it’s not without hope for improvement. There have been cases of recovery in clinical practice; you must have faith."

Doctors, naturally, have strict limitations in their speech, never speaking in absolutes.

Zhang Zhongquan’s condition isn’t just difficult to accept; it’s worse than death.

What those three words entail, anyone with some common sense should understand.

Speech impairment, mobility impairment, even partial paralysis can occur, but the most severe situation has happened here.

Indeed.

Becoming a vegetative state, in some ways, is even more frightening than death, whether for the patient or the family.

Death may be a momentary pain, while a vegetative state is a prolonged mental torture for the family.

For the patient, it’s better if they have no awareness. If they do, the body becomes an eternal prison, locking them inside, isolating them from any outside interaction, leaving them only to listen to the passage of time, never finding relief.

"Thank you."

Fang Weiguo still wanted to say something, but his daughter interrupted him.

"You’re welcome."

The director, along with the medical staff, left.

"What else is there to ask? They’ve explained everything clearly."

Pan Hui whispered.

Fang Weiguo sighed deeply; indeed, the director’s message was clear, both overtly and implicitly urging them to pray for a miracle.

"What will happen to Mai Encui in the future?"

Fang Weiguo turned his head to look at the woman sitting beside the bed.

Today, Mai Encui didn’t cry or make a scene; she sat there silently, unusually quiet, just staring blankly at her husband in the bed.

As a mother herself, Pan Hui felt deeply empathetic, "She still has to work, take care of the children, alas..."

Not just for ordinary families, even insurance companies would find such situations challenging.

A vegetative patient isn’t someone you can just leave lying there; the continuous medical and care expenses can drive people insane.

And long illness bedside makes for no filial children.

It’s not just financial pressure—one month, two months, even a year is bearable, but what about ten or eight years?

"The child is alright; her parents are still around and can help out, but with Zhang Zhongquan like this, she..."

Fang Weiguo couldn’t continue.

He’s a man, but he can’t stand on a moral high ground to impose on others.

If he were the one lying there, he’d rather be dead than drag his family down.

Yet life’s brutality often denies you the choice.

The ward was very quiet. Only the sounds of various machines filled the air, as Zhang Zhongquan lay with his eyes closed—hard to imagine that the lively man only half a month ago had turned into a living corpse lying there.

Hospitals are places that can make you instantly understand the fickleness of fate and perceive the true essence of life.

"I wonder if they bought insurance."

Insurance can only alleviate financial pressure, but it can’t change the heavy future this family faces.

"Go persuade her; sitting there foolishly isn’t helpful. Getting some fresh air is good too; since it’s already happened, there’s no way to change it, and people always need to look ahead."

When saying this, Fang Weiguo himself felt lacking in confidence.

Pan Hui nodded, about to approach, but Jiang Chen stepped forward first.

The Fang Family all looked over.

"River City has a medical institution with better medical standards than Sha City, and there’s a discount on treatment costs. If you’re willing, you can transfer him there."

Mr. and Mrs. Fang felt a surge of emotions.

Yes.

All those grievances, it’s time to let dust return to dust, earth return to earth.

The dazed Mai Encui reacted, slowly turned her head, her eyes moved to Jiang Chen’s face at the foot of the bed, her eyes regaining some sparkle.

She shook her head; her hoarse voice was like a rusty bicycle chain, making one’s heart ache.

"You said, you would give us justice."

Indeed.

At this moment, her mind was probably blank, occupied by only one thought.

Vengeance!

"Encui, since Jiang Chen promised, he surely won’t break his word. River City’s medical standards do surpass Sha City’s, and since there’s a discount policy, why not go."

Pan Hui helped to persuade.

Mai Encui showed a faint, bitter smile, weakly.

"A living corpse—even in River City, or abroad, there’s nothing they can do."

Pan Hui fell silent.

Some illnesses, indeed, can’t be resolved even with money.

"Even if there’s no cure, at least it can help reduce the financial burden; Jiang Chen means well."

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