I listened to my sister's words today.

"Doctor, please take a look at our child!" A middle-aged man's voice was hoarse, and seemed to be mixed with guilt and helplessness.

His eyes fell on Jiang Ling's white coat and he noticed that it was not an ordinary hospital logo, but the word "GA" embroidered in gold - the logo of the authoritative medical team mentioned in yesterday's news.

The family members immediately placed all their hopes on Jiang Ling, and their tone became more sincere.

"My child hasn't slept in two weeks, and all the tests show he's normal! He has an exam coming up soon. What should I do?"

Jiang Ling did not respond, but looked at the attending doctor calmly, "Tell me about the situation."

The attending physician quickly reported: "The patient has suffered from insomnia for half a month. During this period, he underwent a series of examinations including CT, X-ray, and MRI. The results were all normal, with no inflammation or tumor.

There is currently no clue as to the condition, and it can be said to be at a stalemate.”

Hearing this, Jiang Ling narrowed her eyes slightly, her gaze as calm as a calm lake.

He calmly asked, "What about family medical history? For example, hereditary neurological diseases?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the parents who were standing next to each other looked at each other and their faces froze slightly.

After a moment, the boy's mother whispered, "No, there is no medical history."

Jiang Ling didn't delve into it. She walked up to the boy with a small flashlight, squatted down, opened his eyelids, and observed the pupil reflex.

A bright beam of light flashed across the boy's eyes, but he saw nothing unusual.

While checking, Jiang Ling casually asked, "Is your child's academic performance good?"

The boy's father seemed instantly filled with pride when he heard this, and responded eagerly, "Yes, yes! He even won a big prize a while ago! His teachers always praise him for his intelligence and hard work!"

"Hmm." Jiang Ling gently put down the flashlight and looked up at the boy. Her tone was soft but with a hint of tentativeness. "Tell me an animal word that starts with B."

The boy lowered his head, as if thinking hard.

However, half a minute later, he reluctantly raised his head and whispered, "baby elephant."

The air in the room suddenly became stagnant. The boy's answer seemed illogical.

His father panicked and quickly asked the doctor for help: "Doctor, is this... is it because the child hasn't slept for too long and his mind is confused?"

Jiang Ling stood up, his eyes fell on the other person, and his tone was light but sharp: "Your son is a little strange, but there is nothing wrong with his brain."

"Then why hasn't he been able to sleep for half a month?"

The boy's mother was so anxious that she almost cried.

"There are generally two reasons for this."

"Either a severe head injury causing neurological dysfunction, or—"

He changed the subject, his eyes sweeping sharply over the boy's parents, "-X abuse."

As soon as these words were spoken, the mother covered her mouth instantly and the father couldn't help but take a step back.

They all denied it: "No! We are very good to our children, there is absolutely no such thing!"

"Oh?" Jiang Ling's eyes were cold as she turned around and put away the flashlight. "That means there is some information you chose to conceal and you are unwilling to tell the doctor."

"If you want to save people, explain everything clearly."

Jiang Ling's voice was not loud, but it was like an ice-cold blade, cutting straight into the heavy air in the ward.

He put down the medical records in his hand, raised his head, and stared at the child's mother with sharp eyes. There was no emotion in his eyes, not even a trace of pity.

"If you still want to hide it, then there's no need to stay here!"

He spoke slowly, and every word was like a heavy hammer hitting a drum, making people tremble.

Before he finished speaking, his eyes swept across his mother's trembling hands, his father's pale face, and finally stopped at the boy's lifeless eyes.

The child's mother turned pale when she heard this, and beads of sweat rolled down her forehead. She opened her mouth, but it was as if someone was strangling her throat and she couldn't utter a word.

She didn't dare to look Jiang Ling in the eye, but just lowered her eyes, flashing with anxiety.

My father clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white, and there seemed to be something in his throat, but he kept swallowing it back.

Jiang Ling continued to speak, her tone like the north wind in the cold winter.

"The degeneration of the nervous system is sometimes irreversible."

His gaze swept over the family members again, like a sword of judgment, "Do you want to save him, or continue to gamble that he can survive?"

The assistant standing by added, "What the master means is that if brain function deteriorates further, even the ability to speak and move may be lost. By then—"

The words were on the tip of his tongue, but he paused, as if he couldn't bear to say them out loud. However, the unfinished words were enough to frighten people.

The child's mother trembled all over and finally couldn't hold back her tears. She cried out in a trembling voice: "Doctor, I beg you, we are just scared. We are afraid that telling him will make it worse..."

Her voice was choked with sobs and she almost collapsed to the ground.

Jiang Ling winked at the assistant beside him.

The assistant understood, walked quickly to the bedside and picked up the child.

After the child was taken away, there was silence in the room for a moment.

Jiang Ling looked around and spoke in a calm tone, but it was like pouring cold water on someone: "Okay, can you tell me now?"

The mother lowered her head and wiped away her tears, her voice trembling: "Actually... the child is not our biological child. We... we adopted him with a fake certificate... We don't know his family medical history.

If…if we tell it…” Her voice broke off and tears streamed down her face.

"Stop talking useless nonsense."

Jiang Ling raised her hand to interrupt without mercy.

"Did your child get the measles vaccine when he was six months old?"

The mother looked up blankly and turned to her husband beside her. His face was ashen, his lips slightly parted, but in the end he just shook his head, his tone full of helplessness: "This...we don't know."

At this moment, Jiang Ling's expression could almost be described as cold, and the pen in his hand moved quickly, as if he was not disturbed by external emotions.

"By the age of six months, babies are usually protected by antibodies from their biological mother, but this protection is time-limited."

"If you don't get the measles vaccine later in life, you could get measles, which can manifest as a fever or rash."

He paused, raised his head, and cast a sharp glance at the two family members: "But there is still a one in a million chance that the virus mutates and invades the brain and lies dormant."

"Once this process begins, the virus will accumulate silently until one day it erupts completely, forming subacute sclerosing panencephalitis."

"Subacute…panencephalitis?"

The mother's voice was as soft as a mosquito's, and it was obvious that she didn't understand what was going on.

Jiang Ling raised her eyebrows slightly, her tone still calm, but every word was like a hammer hitting the family's heart: "The speed is very fast, the mildest case is paralysis, the worst case is death."

After hearing these words, the mother collapsed instantly, covering her face and crying loudly. Her tears wet her palms, as if she wanted to pour out all the emotions that had been accumulated in her for many years.

My father didn't move at all, like a statue that had lost its soul, his eyes staring at the ground, his lips trembling, but he couldn't utter a word.

At this time, the assistant beside him quietly walked over to Jiang Ling and handed him a detailed diagnosis and treatment plan: "Master, the information is ready."

Jiang Ling took the document, glanced through it quickly, and then left two treatment orders.

These two treatment plans are 95% and 70% respectively, and the prices are different. You can choose whichever you like.

He turned and walked out the door, leaving behind one last sentence.

"Time is running out now. If you want to save him, hurry up."