Qin Ciyan was then the director of neurosurgery at the First Affiliated Hospital of Yanzhou University.
For a doctor, he was still very young at that time. At the age of 45, he was at the stage of accumulating and daring to fight. He can perform operations that other doctors cannot, and dare to take cases that ordinary doctors dare not touch.
At that time in Yanzhou, he was regarded by patients and doctors as a well-deserved first knife outside the gods.
But there is no difference from 60-year-old Qin Ciyan, 45-year-old Professor Qin has long been the "not very disciplined" person.
Although he treated an orphan like Xie Qingcheng, whose household registration and medical insurance were not in Yanzhou, and the injuries were so serious, he resolutely guaranteed Xie Qingcheng just like his mother who treated Yi Beihai later, and took over this dying case. .
Xie Qingcheng had injuries all over his body, large and small, and there were more than 20 injuries. The most serious ones were his legs and spine. His spinal nerves were almost completely destroyed. Even if Professor Qin had Tongtian's ability, he would not be able to successfully treat this patient.
Xie Qingcheng couldn't move. He was lying on the bed in the intensive care unit with tubes inserted all over his body and incisions everywhere. When he woke up from the dream, he heard the family members who came to visit the patients in other beds say—
"How pitiful..."
"It's too miserable, there is still a piece of good meat all over the body."
"I heard that his parents have passed away, and there are no other adult relatives in the family who can be contacted. Professor Qin is still paying for the medical expenses in advance."
"Professor Qin is really a good person."
"Who said no, but if you want me to say that this child is suffering in life, even if he is rescued, he is still a paralyzed man. It is better to take out the oxygen tube for a hundred times... Really, it is not that I have no conscience, I am thinking of our old man. In the month before I died of lung cancer, I couldn't lie down, and every breath took my whole body, it was too painful to live like that..."
The shaking water bottle in front of me, and the sound waves of the monitor dripping in my ears.
Xie Qingcheng woke up for a short time countless times, and then fell asleep for a long time. Every time he woke up, he tried hard to maintain it for a while, because he was afraid that he would never be able to open his eyes again.
And every time he fell into deep sleep, his subconscious was struggling again, trying to force his soul back from Huangquan Road by willpower.
"I don't want to die..."
His dry lips opened and closed again and again, and he kept murmuring.
When he finally woke up once, he saw a middle-aged doctor beside the hospital bed—the doctors in isolation suits all looked the same, but that day, when he raised his eyes, the figure who was checking his condition was straight. It slammed into his eyes, and as if blessed to the soul, he mournfully said—
"Doctor Qin..."
The doctor was stunned for a moment, his face wearing a mask turned around, his compassionate eyes met his desperate eyes.
Xie Qingcheng had never met Qin Ciyan. He only heard others talk about his attending physician when he was sober for a short time, but at this moment, the first time he saw this person, he knew it must be him.
The mortal who is as firm as a rock, as merciful as the earth, guarding the line of death and tug-of-war with the god of death.
The boy stared at him blankly, trying to reach out and move, but he couldn't.
He looked at him, tears streaming down his scarred face.
"Doctor Qin, save me... can you save me... I don't want to die... "
"I can't die yet..."
The boy's voice was like that of a dying milk cat from a serious injury, so pitiful and pitiful, but there seemed to be some things that ordinary terminally ill patients did not have in the pitiful voice.
Qin Ciyan's heart was hit hard by that kind of thing.
He noticed that the boy finally said "can't" instead of "don't want to".
But he didn't think about it for a while. He was worried that the patient's condition would worsen, so he hurriedly reassured him: "It's alright, child, it's alright. You must think about living well, and leave the rest to me. And I Well, boy, I'll protect you. I'll save you."
He held Xie Qingcheng's cold hand—
Xie Qingcheng closed his eyes abruptly, and tears flowed into the pillow.
"I will protect you."
"And me..."
The child's hand is held by the man's hand, like a father returning to the world from the pouring rain, holding his son who is still struggling for an answer in this world.
How long has it been...
Xie Qingcheng remembered in a trance that day when he was notified by Zheng Jingfeng and his party of an accident, and then followed the police car to the scene.
The crime scene was very close to the school. When he arrived, the forensic doctor had not yet collected evidence of the death of the corpse. Zheng Jingfeng originally asked them to cover the body with a white cloth, but when they arrived, the forensic doctor had not had time to do this.
So Xie Qingcheng saw the corpses of his parents with his own eyes, and saw their crushed bodies and broken epaulets.
It was only at that moment that he really understood in a real sense, and he saw shockingly that his parents had really left.
never come back.
He lost control and went mad. Although he was blocked by his parents' colleagues and couldn't rush over, he collapsed in front of others and burst into tears.
That was the last time he had the weakness that belonged to a child in front of the broken remains of his parents.
Later, Xie Qingcheng never cried like this again.
He never shed a tear, not even during the cremation, even as he bid farewell to the remains of his parents at a tragic funeral.
Because he knew that their family had no elders.
From then on, in the face of all the suffering, torture, danger... and even death in the world, he was the first person to stand up and face him. He was the biggest one in the family, and he had to protect the people behind him.
Until this moment, Xie Qingcheng seemed to have finally received the mercy of God for a moment. He seemed to be the thirteen-year-old child again, and his tears kept streaming down his face.
-It's been half a year, after Dad left, someone finally held his hand like this, and he was only thirteen years old, and he said something truly-
"I will protect you."
Xie Qingcheng was in pain and helplessness, choked up, and called out softly, "Dad..."
"Did you come back… "
"Can you not go...don't go out...it's raining outside..."
"It's raining heavily, Dad... You and Mom don't go... You don't go... "
"Please..."
"go home… "
After hearing these words, Qin Ciyan's body suddenly stiffened for some reason, Xie Qingcheng muttered vaguely, and gradually fell into a coma - he did not see that moment, Qin Ciyan's eyes were wet .
On New Year's Eve that year, after miraculously struggling for more than ten days, Xie Qingcheng's condition suddenly deteriorated sharply.
He was pushed to the front of the emergency room, staring blankly at the night scene that flashed past the aisle.
It is snowing in Yanzhou.
Snow the size of a goose feather fluttered. He had never seen such a snowy snow before in Jiangnan.
"My sister's name is Xie Xue..." he murmured, "she is only five years old, a little older..."
After this operation, Xie Qingcheng's life was temporarily saved, but Yan Dafuyi thought that the child should not be allowed to continue treatment here.
This is a patient who will die at any time.
He should go home, and dying in a foreign land is not a happy ending.
Of course—there are other reasons, but they are not as grand as this one.
Although Qin Ciyan was famous, at that time he was not at the point where he could overcome all the opinions. In the end, the leader of the hospital talked to him, saying that it was a discussion, but it was actually a dead end.
Xie Qingcheng was forced to turn away from the First Affiliated Hospital of Yan University, and Qin Ciyan contacted a local acquaintance in Huzhou and asked him to live in a private hospital.
On the day of admission, Qin Ciyan accompanied him the whole time.
I don't know what made him pay so much attention to this child. Perhaps this child's willpower was too strong, so strong that Qin Ciyan admired it, or perhaps his experience was too pitiful, which made Professor Qin feel more compassionate than before, or perhaps it was Xie Qingcheng. The grieving father who shouted before he passed out reminded him that he was a father himself.
If one day, he leaves, his daughter stays in this world, and encounters such a thing, how much heartache will he watch from the sky
Or again...
He didn't think about it, because the boy suddenly called him—
"Professor Qin."
"Can I still live..." In the private hospital in Shanghai, Xie Qingcheng was lying on the bed, with such a thick quilt covering his body so thin that he could not see the waves on the quilt.
The young man was so thin that he was almost out of shape, and his whole body was gray and haggard.
Only those black eyes, still so bright, stared straight at him—
"I don't want my sister to be orphaned."
"… "
"I don't want her to live in an orphanage..."
"… "
"You save me... no matter what the cost... you can..."
"please… "
After struggling for many days, Qin Ciyan finally made up his mind that he would take a risk and do something.
Apart from him and Xie Qingcheng, almost no one knew about that incident, and even Qin Ciyan's wife and daughter were kept in the dark.
— When Qin Ciyan was in the United States, he met many leading geeks in the medical sciences.
One of them is an old classmate who is close to him. He is a researcher at a life sciences academy in the United States, responsible for the scientific research of the cell regeneration project.
Cell regeneration is a lofty mountain that human beings must overcome in overcoming disease and death. And when that old classmate was walking with Qin Ciyan on the streets of Brooklyn, he once said something meaningful—
"On that road, we have explored farther than any institution in any country."
At that time, the old classmate wanted to keep Qin Ciyan in the United States to work with them. There was originally a very powerful medical worker in their team, but there was an experimental accident a few years ago, and the researcher died.
Although his position was replaced by other people, it is a pity that those people's abilities are slightly inferior. Therefore, the old classmate wanted to extend an olive branch to Qin Ciyan, but Qin Ciyan was not very interested in this kind of scientific research that was too extreme and risky, and declined the invitation of the other party many times. The old classmate felt sorry, but he still applied to his superiors before Qin Ciyan left, and took Qin Ciyan to visit one of the company's laboratories.
In that laboratory, there were some patients suffering from serious diseases who volunteered to conduct drug trials. Qin Ciyan did see the amazing healing power of the special agent called RN-13 on the patients.
When he leaned over to carefully examine the effect of skin regeneration after using RN-13 on a severely burned patient, an old classmate asked him with a smile: "How about it, change your mind? Maybe this medicine can change the history of human medicine, Lao Qin, An excellent person like you will never want to be a doctor for the rest of your life."
Qin Ciyan pushed his glasses and straightened up, he looked at the subject, who was obviously a homeless man, and said, "...I don't really like this... way of yours. Although maybe in your state, this kind of experiment is Legal. But you know me."
He also smiled politely with his old classmates: "I'm just a coward, an ordinary person. I prefer to be honest and follow the rules to develop medicines, it's hard for me to be like you... How do you say, innovators? "
"I'm sorry, but this is my last option."
—
He Yu's face changed when he heard RN-13.
That was the drug Lu Zhishu had taken to survive when he was pregnant. He Jiwei told him that this drug was indeed developed for cell regeneration. To a certain extent, it could be regarded as a magic drug for the flesh and bones of the dead. However, modern medicine has not yet developed to this point. RN-13 has serious instability and danger. It has not been ethically verified, has not undergone a large number of animal experiments, and there is no case of human use.
After Lu Zhishu took RN-13, her appearance began to go out of shape, her temperament changed greatly, and the child in her belly was seriously affected. Psychiatric Ebola. These are the consequences of RN-13.
He Yu couldn't help asking Xie Qingcheng: "You... do you also... "
"No normal person can stand up again after a car accident like that, heal scars, restore appearance, and regenerate cells." Xie Qingcheng said, "—Yes, Qin Ciyan broke his own rules in order to save me—he Ask those Americans for enough RN-13s…”
In the cold light, he slowly closed his eyes.
"And I took all the medicine."
"You took RN-13—?! Then you... Then you..." He Yu's voice trembled, "Did you..."
What He Jiwei once said came to He Yu's ears again:
"RN13 is destined to be an immature drug, and its ambitions are too big. The proposition of cell regeneration is the ultimate challenge to human diseases, and it is impossible to achieve with current medical technology. It does have strong repair capabilities. Efficacy, even failing organs can be reversed, saving the patient. But its side effects are also showing in you and your mother."
"It all happened inexorably despite the very small doses that the pharmacists at the time gave you and the careful use of them."
"Your illness is caused by RN-13."
He Yu suddenly turned from the water and stood up straight, grabbing Xie Qingcheng's arm, they were only half a meter away from the dome at this time.
One step away from death.
And it was before this step that Xie Qingcheng was finally willing to tell him the truth.
He Yu felt that his bone marrow was frozen, but it wasn't because of the imminent death that his pupils shrank tightly—
"you… "
Xie Qingcheng still closed his eyes, he didn't look at He Yu's face, there were crystal drops of water on his forehead hair, and a drop of water fell from the end of his eyes.
into the damp hair.
Xie Qingcheng said: "I am the person who used the maximum dose of RN-13. In the domestic medical records, No. 1, No. 2, No. 3, and you... No. 4 have all been affected by this drug to some extent. , become mentally distorted... But He Yu, have you ever thought about it, there is one less case in it. All disease cases are not numbered from No. 1, there will be a case of No. 0. Although I use RN-13 It's not the earliest, but I was the first to give the full course of treatment as they asked."
It is like a giant mountain collapses, the rocks roll down, the ground cracks and the sky collapses.
He Yu's pupils shrank tightly, and Xie Qingcheng's words seemed to come from a very distant place—
"Like you, I am a patient with mental Ebola disease. I am the only person in the country who is still alive and can completely control his mental state, and has overcome the disease mentally. My serial number is Chu."
He Yu suddenly turned pale: "You are the first emperor?!!"