"No, you can't eat spicy crayfish."
Duan Mingyuan almost instinctively raised an objection.
The girl's condition was deteriorating, and the hospital could only provide her with nutritional meals.
Plain rice porridge and boiled eggs, along with some pickled vegetables, were tasteless but beneficial for her health.
In the past few months, Mercy Hospital had conducted seven panels of expert consultations, utilizing all possible resources and summoning the best specialists. Since the day the girl was admitted, she had undergone countless tests, yet even so, no one could diagnose what disease she had.
Her body was growing weaker and slowly moving towards death.
In such a condition, giving her spicy crayfish would be like taking her life.
At that time, Duan Mingyuan could vaguely sense that the illness seemed to originate from the girl's brain, that something intangible within her brain was rapidly draining her Life Energy.
