snake coffin

Chapter 509 If You Are a God
With Mo Xiu's confirmation, I felt much more at ease.

Chaofeng Shengling pointed to the monitoring of the corridor, Feng Shengling immediately held the mobile phone and called out all the monitoring of this building.

But the doctor is on the fourth floor, so it's easy to find.

As soon as we reached the fourth floor, we heard the doctor yelling heavily: "Come again! Turn it up!"

This was followed by the sound of a nurse holding instruments and whispering something.

The fourth floor is not as quiet as the second floor. Many patients are wearing hospital gowns, with haggard faces and indwelling needles in their hands, standing in the corridor and looking into the ward.

Mo Xiu's eyesight is better than mine. He just glanced at me and hugged me: "I'm sure it's him. I'll just come. You go back and have a rest. Think carefully about how to meet Long Qixu and his wife."

Is he trying to use Long Qixu and his wife to distract me and let me go?
I heard what the doctor said loudly in the ward, followed by a nurse who came out to disperse the surrounding patients.

An aunt who used a hot towel to apply a hot towel on her wrist to leave a pinhole sighed: "I hope Dr. Qian can save her."

The person next to her in the same ward just said expressionlessly: "So what if we are rescued this time. He is only three years old, and there is no place for needles in his body, and there is not a good piece of flesh. He is so young, and there is no chance of heart donation." , if he is revived, he will just suffer again, so he might as well just die."

"You can't say that..." The aunt clutched the towel, sighed, and said quietly, "I'm only three years old."

I stood in the corridor and watched the nurse hurriedly close the door. I could still see through the glass on the door, and the curtain seemed to be hurriedly drawn inside.

I kind of understand why Mo Xiu doesn’t want me to read it.

At least after having Abao, I am much less able to bear the hardships of children.

"You go to rest first, I'll wait for him." Mo Xiu put his arms around my shoulders and said in a deep voice to me: "Just wait for me downstairs."

"It's okay." I smiled at Mo Xiu and shook my head, walked directly to the door of the ward, opened the door and entered.

The nurse was helping, she looked at us and said, "The doctor is rescuing the patient, get out!"

"Open the curtain and let them see." came the doctor's deep voice.

The nurse froze for a moment, and seemed to want to say something while holding the instrument, but Feng Shengling behind him tapped the blue rainbow mark on his chest.

A trace of disgust flashed across the nurse's face, but she still opened the curtain.

Lying flat on the hospital bed was a small body, not even Po...

Pooh!
As soon as this idea came out, I was busy "bah" in my heart, how can I compare with Abao, it's unlucky!
But this body is really small, it is said to be three years old, but in fact it looks like it is more than one year old at most.

The limbs are skinny and yellow, and the body is covered with various instruments. The slightly exposed skin is either covered with pinholes or covered in bruises. Even the forehead and soles of the feet are like this. They are really needles. There is nowhere to prick.

The doctor was trying his best to rescue him, and there was a couple standing by the window opposite the hospital bed.

Both of them looked haggard, looking extremely old, and their actual age could not be seen.

The husband hugged his wife tightly, neither of them showed any expression on their faces, neither cried nor spoke, they just stared at the doctor's hand and the child on the hospital bed.

As the doctor's hand pressed down, their eyes looked straight at it.

To control the intensity, the sweat on the doctor's forehead slides down the strap of the mask.

The nurse next to him poked him several times, pointed at the instrument on the side and shook his head at him.

But the doctor still pressed it again and again.

After a long time, I watched the doctor take a breath, then fumbled for something in his pocket.

In a blink of an eye, he looked at us deeply: "Wait for me."

My heart skipped a beat. He knew who we were and why we were looking for him.

After he finished speaking, he rubbed his hands and pressed them on the child's chest again.

Feng Shengling instinctively took a step forward, but Mo Xiu hugged me slightly and turned sideways to stop him, shook his head at him, and glanced at the couple by the window.

The child's parents still looked at the child on the hospital bed numbly, as if we didn't care at all.

Feng Shengling looked at them and sighed slightly. He knew what the doctor was hiding in his heart, but he didn't take any further action.

In the entire ward, only the doctor was panting heavily, pressing down again and again, and the sound of the instrument.

I don't know how long it took, but a "beep" sound broke through the silent ward.

The doctor heaved a sigh of relief, and confessed a few words to the nurse.

Then he turned his head and looked at the couple who were snuggling together with stiff and numb faces: "Don't worry, the person who donated the heart has been contacted here, and when his condition stabilizes, he will be able to undergo surgery."

The husband looked at the doctor and nodded numbly, as if he had no idea what the doctor was talking about.

The nurse followed around the child in a panic.

The doctor glanced at us and pointed outside: "Let's talk outside."

Moxiu put his arms around me and glanced at the couple. The husband seemed to come to his senses now, as if he hugged his wife a little tighter, and said something in her ear with trembling lips.

The wife's originally numb face was slapped twice first, then she looked up at her husband, saw him nodding, then turned to look at the doctor, then suddenly knelt down and kowtowed heavily to the doctor.

It wasn't until we walked outside and closed the door that the wailing could be heard in the silent hospital room.

The doctor walked out without looking back and said to me: "It took the couple five years and three in vitro fertilizations to give birth to this child. He had congenital heart valve disease and had an artificial valve installed, but it was too small... …”

The doctor seemed to exhale: "He is three years old and has been living in the hospital with his parents for most of his life. There is no point in replacing the valve, so he can only replace the heart."

"You shouldn't be like this." I listened to the wife's wailing in the ward and said to the doctor: "You can save him, but you can't put him out of pain. And there are fewer heart donations for children than for adults. You are obviously lying to them."

Which family's child is not a treasure?
Adults can donate their bodies on their own, but what about children?

Which parent is willing to let their children suffer after death?
"Are you Long Ling?" The doctor stood at the nurse's station, took off his mask and threw it into the trash can.

In a blink of an eye, he looked at Mo Xiu who was hugging me tightly: "Then you are Mo Xiu the Snake Lord?"

He seemed to look at us with great interest, grabbed a medical record at the nurse's station with his backhand, filled in something on it, and said to me: "I know you, and I also know that you will find me sooner or later."

He nodded his badge at us and introduced himself: "Qian Zhongshu."

Mo Xiu just said coldly: "Since you know that we have found you, you shouldn't give hope to that couple."

"I will do what I promised." Qian Zhongshu flipped through the medical records, and took out his phone to check the time.

He smiled at us and said: "My night shift will hand over at 07:30, and there are still one hour, four and 10 minutes left. If it's convenient for you, can you let me patrol the room again?"

Qian Zhongshu shook his hand at us while holding the medical records: "Some things should be explained to the patients, otherwise they won't even take their medicines on time when I'm gone."

I stared at him and suddenly thought of Lao Fan.

He was carrying the evil coffin and knew that I would not go to him, but he took the initiative to find me.

Tell me that some things will always transcend life and death.

But Qian Zhongshu, standing on the line of life and death, still cared about these patients.

The wailing in the ward stopped, and the wife seemed to be on the phone with someone, her voice was choked up but filled with joy: "Mom, Dr. Qian... Heh! Heh!"

As she spoke, she didn't know whether she was laughing or gasping for breath: "It is said that someone donated a heart, and the baby is saved! Huh... our baby is saved!"

Qian Zhongshu showed us the medical history and listened attentively: "Look, every doctor will wish he was a god when encountering such a patient. If I were a god..."

He looked at the medical records, but didn't say anything more. He just let out a long sigh.

(End of this chapter)