"Boss, let's have dinner tonight." Su Yun wandered in from outside and greeted Zheng Ren from a distance.
"Doctor, I don't know your last name, but I still want to thank you." After hearing Su Yun's words, the woman said calmly: "I won't disturb you anymore, I'm leaving."
After saying that, the corners of her mouth twitched slightly, not sure whether she was suppressing the sadness in her heart or trying to leave a smile on Zheng Ren. But in the end, he left with a blank look on his face.
Su Yun came over and met the woman face to face.
He was stunned for a moment, as if he had seen a ghost, "You... you... how did you..."
The woman turned slightly sideways, got out of Su Yun's way, and walked out slowly.
Su Yun watched the woman's back disappear at the door with confusion. He frowned and walked to Zheng Ren and asked, "Why does he look like the person he met at the door of the B-ultrasound room half a year ago?"
Zheng Ren felt that face blindness was really a flaw, and Su Yun completely crushed him in this field.
He nodded silently.
Su Yun had already noticed that something was wrong in the atmosphere. With his exquisite mind and rich clinical experience, he guessed what happened in just a moment.
"Boss, the child is still alive?"
"It's probably not going to work anymore." Zheng Ren sighed, "She said she would be discharged from the hospital voluntarily today. She is going to take the child to see the sunshine and grass."
"You can't do it either?" Su Yun asked simply.
Zheng Ren recalled the situation when he saw the little boy half a year ago. At that time, the cancer was already in the advanced stage and there was no cure. I don’t know what price the woman paid to prolong her child’s life by a few months.
It couldn't be done back then, but now... it's probably impossible. It is estimated that the tumor tissue has completely metastasized, which cannot be solved by surgery at all. My level is improving, but the tumor is also spreading.
He shook his head and remained speechless.
Su Yun patted Zheng Ren on the shoulder and said, "Don't think about it. Sometimes manpower is exhausted."
"But I want to see him." Zheng Ren said in a deep voice.
"Huh? Don't be scared anymore?" Su Yun was a little surprised.
"I've only met him once. I don't know what he's like now." Zheng Ren said seriously, "I'll see him once and send him to the hospital. I'll say a few words by the way."
"Go by yourself, I'm not interested in this kind of thing." Su Yun staggered into the office.
Zheng Ren thought for a while, strode out, turned around and left the ward and walked straight to the hospital settlement area.
In fact, he didn't have much idea. He didn't have any in-depth communication with the little boy in the past, and he didn't even speak more than 5 sentences.
The relevant memories became blurred as the years went by, and Zheng Ren couldn't even remember whether the little boy called him uncle or brother at that time.
It seemed that he was an uncle, and he was still slandering him at that time.
While he was thinking wildly, he came to the place where the hospitalization settlement was done.
There were many people going through discharge settlement in the afternoon, and there were long queues in front of more than a dozen windows. It's not very troublesome for Zheng Ren to find someone. In a sense, finding a familiar face in a group of mosaics is easier than others.
The woman was queuing up at window No. 3. She looked like a person in her forties or fifties in the crowd, her waist slightly bent, and she was out of breath under the pressure of life and endless sadness.
Parting, life and death, this is one of the most important things in the world.
Zheng Ren sighed, but without hesitation, he walked up to the woman and stretched out his hand.
"I'm Zheng Ren, you can just call me Dr. Zheng." Zheng Ren introduced himself seriously.
"Uh..." The woman was in a daze for a moment. She looked at Zheng Ren in confusion, wondering why the young doctor was chasing him here.
However, she obviously had a good education. She habitually stretched out her hand, shook Zheng Ren's hand, and said softly: "My name is Wen Xiaowan. Nice to meet you."
"Which ward is the child in? Can I go visit him?" Zheng Ren asked.
The woman looked into Zheng Ren's eyes. She was confused, but she still said: "Oncology Department 3, beds 7-18."
"Then you are busy first, I will go see the child." Zheng Ren shook hands with the woman, and they were acquainted. He then turned and left.
Oncology department three, Zheng Ren thought in his mind, not caring about how women would look at him.
He strode to the elevator of Hospital 3. He did not rush to take the fire escape, but squeezed into the elevator like others to go to the 18th floor.
The elevator was bustling with people, and Zheng Ren waited for a long time before he got on it.
Zheng Ren usually doesn't like crowded places. After all, the more people there are, the more noisy they are, which makes him very irritable. But today, I have a different feeling.
It’s good to be alive and talk and laugh. You don't even need these. Even if many people have sad faces, as long as they are alive, they are very lucky.
The place is bustling with people, but it also has the atmosphere of human beings.
On the 18th floor, Zheng Ren got off the elevator and walked to the third oncology department.
Ward No. 7, bed 18, the little boy on the bed is looking at the ceiling, not knowing what he is thinking. I haven’t seen him for half a year and he has lost a lot of weight. There was a big bulge on the neck, which showed that the condition was very serious. It's just that his eyes are still bright, but very boring.
A blood-red system panel appeared in front of Zheng Ren.
The diagnosis of various tumor metastases is fatal.
This was within Zheng Ren's expectation, and it would be the strangest thing if everything was fine.
He walked over slowly. When the little boy noticed someone coming, he moved his eyes from the ceiling and looked at Zheng Ren.
"Eh? Uncle, why is it you?" His voice was hoarse and it was difficult to speak. But even so, he was still naughty and happy, as if he had no idea what he was facing.
Zheng Ren smiled, sat on the white stool beside the bed, and said, "Let me see you."
"Are you okay?" the little boy asked.
"I'm doing fine. How about you?"
"I'm average, but this time I was discharged from the hospital. My mother said she would take me to see the grass." The little boy said, "It's the kind in the wild, with endless grass. It's autumn now, and I won't be able to see it if I don't go there." "
Is it autumn? Zheng Ren is not very sensitive to the changes in the seasons. Every day when Shen was undergoing surgery in the department, Zheng Ren would not be able to remember if there was no beauty to change his clothes. He was afraid that a year would pass with just one or two sets of clothes.
Sitting in front of the bed, Zheng Ren didn't know what to say.
But the little boy was very talkative. His hoarse voice was caused by the tumor tissue invading the thyroid gland, invading the cervical spine, and compressing the trachea.
He kept talking, as if he regarded Zheng Ren as a big toy or a big friend.
"You look pretty good." After a few minutes, the little boy's energy was almost exhausted and he spoke intermittently before Zheng Ren took over and asked.
"Well, I will try my best to survive." The little boy said, "By the way, my name is Shi Jian, strong Jian, your uncle."