Get out of the hospital and go home!
The exclamation point was very conspicuous. When Zheng Ren saw it, he was not relieved, but his heart skipped a beat, and then some indescribable emotions lingered in his heart.
According to my own judgment, the little boy should only have about 3 months to live.
But what he kept saying was that his condition had improved, and he was full of expectations to go back to school. This was what Zheng Ren felt was abnormal.
He looked at the comment that was sent 12 minutes ago, and countless thoughts flashed in his mind.
After a moment of hesitation, Zheng Ren clicked a few times on the phone screen, opened the chat interface, and entered a line of text.
are you OK
Four simple words, without even punctuation marks. Zheng Ren's finger stopped on the send button and did not press it for a long time.
"Boss Zheng, why didn't you read a book today?" Lin Yuan asked from the side.
Zheng Ren raised his head and smiled at Lin Yuan, "I'm chatting with a kid."
"Little patient? You met him in Haicheng, right?"
Zheng Ren did not explain in detail to Lin Yuan. He wore a habitual smile on his face, as if the whole world would become gentler and kinder if he did so.
With nothing to hesitate, Zheng Ren looked back at the phone and pressed the send button.
Looking at the four words he sent, Zheng Ren waited quietly.
As for what he was waiting for, Zheng Ren didn't know.
Maybe it's a message,
Maybe it's a reply,
Maybe there are many possibilities,
But most likely there is no waiting for any answer.
"Boss Zheng, in a few days the Nobel Prize evaluation will be completed and the results will be announced. Are you nervous?" Lin Yuan was writing medical records while chatting with Zheng Ren.
Gao Shaojie paused for a moment. He pricked up his ears and listened carefully to Boss Zheng's answer.
Analyzing various signs, Gao Shaojie believed that the 50-50 split that Su Yun mentioned this time was not an impossible task. But as the day drew closer, I began to feel a little nervous, but Boss Zheng was young and mature, but he couldn't see the slightest change.
He is as calm as a mountain. He only performs normal medical treatment and live broadcast of surgeries every day, and his mood never seems to fluctuate.
Although he had questions in his heart, Gao Shaojie didn't dare to ask. He waited quietly for Zheng Ren's answer, hoping to find some answers from his words.
But Zheng Ren didn't say anything. His phone vibrated and his eyebrows tightened.
Who are you
A reply appeared in front of Zheng Ren.
I am the 912 doctor. We met at the door of the B-ultrasound room half a year ago. Do you still remember me
Where are you? Can I see you
Interventional department, doctor's office.
After Zheng Ren replied, the chat interface on the phone went quiet. The little boy opposite stopped talking. In fact, Zheng Ren had a hunch that the person opposite the phone was not the little boy himself.
The tone of his speech was different, completely different from the child in Zheng Ren's memory.
Thinking of countless possibilities in his mind, Zheng Ren stood up and walked to the door of the doctor's office.
He squinted at the door of the ward, where people were coming and going. Zheng Ren hoped that he could see the little boy appear.
Even if the system panel is blood red, or even if the system panel is so pale that there is no blood, as long as he is still alive.
As a doctor, I am used to seeing life and death, but I cannot be torn apart by the huge force between life and death. It's hard to do that, so hard.
Even Zheng Ren, who had a system in place, couldn't do it.
Su Yun always laughed at him for looking like an ostrich. Zheng Ren felt that he was not an ostrich, but a wounded wild wolf. In the dead of night, alone in the system space, licking the scars on your soul, don't affect the next day's work.
Day after day, month after month, year after year.
Some people run away from it, and some people face it head-on. No matter which choice you choose, it’s good.
While I was thinking wildly, a hoarse voice asked: "Doctor, was it you who was talking on QQ just now?"
Sure enough... Zheng Ren's heart sank.
There was a middle-aged woman standing next to her. She was not at all the charming and charming person in her thirties that Zheng Ren remembered.
The woman's hair was messy, with a few strands sticking to her cheeks, with a hint of gray. The sun fell on the woman's face from behind Zheng Ren, and the gray in the mottled light and dark could not be dispelled.
It’s only been half a year, how come it’s like this? In fact, Zheng Ren already knew the answer, but he didn't want to think about it.
Nodding, Zheng Ren's lips moved slightly, but no sound came out.
The woman looked at Zheng Ren, vaguely acquainted with him. She habitually wanted to smile to express her respect for the doctor and her gratitude to the people who had been thinking about her children.
But the smile didn't appear at all. The corners of her mouth twitched twice, and her eyes were deathly gray and lifeless.
Looking at each other for a few seconds, the woman smoothed her hair to her ears with her hands.
Her hair is gray, her eyes are gray, and her whole body is gray, which is very incompatible with the afternoon sun.
"Thank you." The woman bowed deeply, her movements slow and stiff.
"You're welcome, please come inside." Zheng Ren said softly.
"No," the woman said, "I still have to go through the discharge procedures."
"Child..." Zheng Ren asked softly.
"It can't be cured." The woman's tone was a little weird. Zheng Ren was four parts confused, three parts unwilling, two parts relieved, and one part indifferent.
Zheng Ren didn't know whether it was because he was too nervous or something, but he could hear such complicated emotions in an instant.
He didn't speak, just looked at the woman who had aged twenty years in half a year. Her life has changed from color to gray, and she cannot relate to what she has experienced in the process.
"The child has suffered too much." The woman said calmly: "He is very strong, and I know he wants to accompany me. It is not necessary. We are going to spend the rest of the time looking at the sunshine and grass together, and chatting quietly."
Her words were scattered, like sand from an hourglass falling to the ground, and there was no way to pick it up.
But Zheng Ren understood what she meant. This was the last time they could be together, and she didn't want to waste it in endless painful treatments.
When he was in Haicheng No. 1 Hospital, Zheng Ren saw many patients who gave up rescue. Sometimes we even have to advise patients' families that this kind of diagnosis and treatment is a bottomless pit that cannot be filled at all, and they must do what they can.
In the end, it is a high probability that both people and money will be lost. If others don’t keep it, the family will not be able to survive.
But looking at the woman in front of him, Zheng Ren couldn't say a word.
"My tears have dried up, but there is really nothing I can do now." The woman said softly: "I came to see you because I want to see everyone who has communicated with him, and I want to retain every person who has interacted with him. Share memories."
With that said, the woman bowed deeply again, "Thank you, doctor. Thank you for still thinking about him. Don't worry, he is not lonely."