I really don't want to be a doctor

Chapter 385
Department of Hematology, Fancheng Central Hospital.

The pungent smell of disinfectant filled the air, and most of the people here looked worried, and seemed to have unresolved knots in their hearts.

In the doctor's office, a yellow-skinned man stared at the doctor in front of him with a solemn expression, his pale lips squirming slightly.

"Doctor Zhang, my son's diagnosis is..."

Zhang Hang pursed his lips, and slowly pulled out a pathology report form from the medical record folder.

"Leukemia, acute leukemia."

The strength in the man's body seemed to be pulled away, his lips were chapped, "Doctor, I...you...the diagnosis is correct, right? My son just has a fever, how could it be leukemia!"

Zhang Hang sighed, and handed the bone marrow puncture checklist to the man, "Look at it, it's written in black and white, the possibility of errors is very small."

The man grabbed the checklist, his eyes moved up and down, and finally stopped at the bottom line - acute lymphoblastic leukemia.

"In preparation, your child's diagnosis is acute lymphoblastic leukemia, which is a relatively common type in children."

"Is this disease... serious... serious?" The man paused, his eyes averted.

Zhang Hang's brows frowned into Sichuan characters, and he stretched out his hand to pat the pathology checklist.

"This leukemia! Cancer! Do you think the cancer is serious?"

The man sighed, with a trace of despair in his eyes, holding the pathology sheet tightly with one hand, and remained silent.

half an hour.

"Don't worry too much." Zhang Hangdao, "This type of leukemia is very common, and the current domestic treatment is very mature. In the past 50 years, the treatment effect of acute lymphoblastic leukemia in children has been steadily improved, and the 5-year event-free survival rate is as high as 80%. %."

"Then, how much...how much will it cost?"

It took half a day for the man to squeeze out these few words.

"The specific treatment, including induction and remission treatment, consolidation and intensive treatment, and maintenance treatment, will cost about 10 to 15 yuan." Zhang Hang said skillfully.

Hearing this, the man lowered his head again.

"In addition, if there is a recurrence in the future, stem cell transplantation is required, and the cost is about 50."

The man's body trembled, and his Adam's apple squirmed slightly.

"50?"

Zhang Hang shook his head slightly, and said, "Don't get me wrong, if you need stem cell transplantation, you need 50; otherwise, 15 is enough."

"15... 50..." The man turned his face to one side, "For our family, it doesn't seem to make any difference, they are all astronomical sums."

Zhang Hang expressionless, just sighed in his heart.

He has seen the same picture countless times.

In most families, once someone is diagnosed with a malignant tumor, they will almost lose their fortune to get treatment unless they give up the treatment.

But in the Department of Hematology, some patients are children.

Such a young life, before feeling the beauty of the world, will be tortured by serious diseases.

And those who don't have the financial ability to treat diseases, like the man in front of them, have a high probability of giving up treatment!
Zhang Hang was powerless, he wanted to help, but he could only try to comfort the patient.

Other than that, there is no other way.

"Thank you, Doctor Zhang." The man said, "I...I'll figure out a way when I go back, thank you."

The man picked up the pathology checklist and walked out of the doctor's office silently.

Looking at the background of his departure, Zhang Hang knew that this was his last struggle.

"It seems that there is one more discharged case to be processed."

……

Walking out of the doctor's office, the man limped to the door of the ward.

He stood silently at the door, not daring to enter for a long time.

Through the window, he saw his six-year-old son lying on the bed and sound asleep.

"What should I do? What should I do?"

The man's eyes were full of despair. He hated his incomplete body and his inability to give the child a comfortable life.

He hates himself even more now!
I have less than 1 yuan in my property, which may only be enough for this hospitalization.

What about after that?

What about the cost of chemotherapy in the future?
Do you want to borrow money from relatives at home?
The man gave a self-deprecating wry smile. If the relatives of the white-eyed wolf borrowed hundreds or thousands of yuan, they might still have a chance. This is one hundred thousand yuan!

After staying at the door of the ward for a while, the man finally opened the door.

Walking to the hospital bed, the little boy on the bed heard the movement, opened his eyes, and got up.

"Father, where have you been?" The little boy's voice was very weak, and the high fever only subsided, and his thin body became even more fragile.

The man tried his best to squeeze out a smile, and touched the little boy's head, "Dad just bought your favorite Transformers."

Seeing the toy bag in the man's hand, the little boy smiled and said, "Dad, you are so kind. I like this for a long time. Xiaoqiang next door always said that he has Transformers, and now I have it too!"

The man nodded with a smile, and took out the Transformers from the toy bag.

The little boy couldn't put it down when he picked up the toy.

"Dad, when can I go home?"

The little boy said suddenly.

The man froze for a moment, turned to look at his son, and found that he was still fiddling with the Transformers seriously, his eyes could not help showing a bit of sadness.

"In a few days." The man said, "Miaomiao, we will go home in a few days."

"Great." The little boy named Miaomiao grinned, "I'll be home in a few days, and I want to show Xiaoqiang my Transformers!"

"Okay." The man nodded slightly, a little afraid to look at his son.

In the hospital ward, people come and go, and everyone is in a hurry.

"Go to relatives to borrow money first." The man murmured, "If it doesn't work, then we have to go home."

……

Jing Xiaoran and his party, accompanied by Guo Jun, the chief of the medical department, came to the hematology department of Fancheng Central Hospital.

"Student Jing, I just heard from you that the main target of your water drop chips is helping patients in the hematology department." Guo Jun smiled, "Then let's come here to have a look first."

"Okay." Jing Xiaoran nodded, he had practiced in the hematology department, and he still has many acquaintances here.

Before entering the office, a doctor recognized Guo Jun.

Faced with such a mighty group of people, the doctors in the hematology department thought that the medical department would conduct a surprise inspection.

"Director Guo, this is..."

The director of the hematology department was away, and only a deputy chief physician came forward to receive Guo Jun.

"Director Li, I'll just come and take a look. There's nothing wrong. You should be busy." Guo Jun waved his hand, "Don't delay the department's medical activities because of us."

Director Li smiled and said: "Where is it, Director Guo is a rare visitor."

Everyone was courteous.

Guo Jun turned to Xiaotian and said, "Just stay with Secretary Ke and Classmate Jing. If you have any questions, feel free to contact me."

"Yeah." Oda nodded.

At this time, Zhang Hang also saw Jing Xiaoran in the crowd.

(End of this chapter)