"We tried our best. He is brain dead. Whether he can wake up depends on his own will."
It's what people call vegetative people.
I stood by his bed in the ward.
Holding his cold hand, my heart is cold.
"Will you wake up? When you wake up, I promise to be with you."
Once he wanted to hear this sentence, but now it is cold.
"If you don't wake up, I'll never forgive you."
But no matter what I say, he didn't react at all, as if he really died.
No sooner had he left than there was something wrong with the city company. All the shareholders were in a mess.
Now I am bored and helpless because of his illness.
Fortunately, Alva came at this time.
While helping the company stabilize the situation, he also brought a doctor to help develop the antidote.
His medical skills were so good that he soon solved the antidote problem that his doctors could not solve.
With the toxin on uke, he solved it, but his consciousness still didn't wake up, and people were in a vegetative state.