Reborn genius girl fortune teller

Chapter 763 Song Xuan's Despair

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Yang Zimei pushed open the door of the ward, only to see Song Xuanzheng wearing a light blue hospital gown, standing in front of the window with his back to the door.

It's only been a week since I saw him, and he seems to have lost weight, making the hospital gown look a bit empty.

The hair under the sun's rays has a little bit of graying.

Seeing his back, Yang Zimei's heart ached, and a layer of mist filled his eyes.

"Mr. Song—"

Yang Zimei stepped forward and called softly.

Song Xuan turned around...

His originally gentle face became thin and visible, with sunken eye sockets, protruding beard stubble, and his face was haggard.

"I am coming."

Yang Zimei's voice choked up.

Song Xuan smiled slightly at her, the smile was broken and forced, "Oh, Xiaomei, you are here, you have worked hard, sit down."

Yang Zimei sat down on the chair next to her.

Song Xuan sat on the opposite bed, looked at her, and asked softly, "Have you eaten yet?"

"I'm not hungry."

Yang Zimei shook his head, "Mr. Song, are you going to undergo chemotherapy?"

"The doctor said that there is no need for it at the moment. They are doing red blood cell activation therapy. If it succeeds, it will be easy to recover. If not..."

Song Xuan said sadly, "Maybe it will start to deteriorate in three months."

"Mr. Song, I will not let your condition worsen. If you believe me and cooperate with my treatment, the red blood cells should be activated in a month."

That day, Lei smashed the Taoist temple, and Yang Zimei also found an ancient medical book in the ruins, which contained acupuncture and moxibustion methods for treating sepsis.

Yang Zimei studied it all night, and experimented with mice for a few days, and found that the effect was very good, so she also had the confidence to come to Song Xuan.

Seeing her firm eyes, Song Xuan nodded unconsciously, "I believe you! Zimei, I don't want to stay in the hospital anymore, I want you to treat me specially."

"Why? I still want to combine acupuncture and moxibustion with the hospital's treatment." After all, there is no real clinical trial, only on mice, and Song Xuan's life is at stake. Yang Zimei doesn't have that much confidence.

"It's impossible for the hospital to allow you to cooperate with the treatment. I can only choose one of them. I really haven't felt any effect from the treatment these days. I only feel hopeless every day."

Song Xuan looked at her and said, "This kind of despair makes me sleepless day and night, I really want to die. Xiaomei, Luo Bai's condition was so serious that day, he was sent to the hospital to die, but you only took a few injections to save him Yes. I have blood cancer. Letting the hospital treat it will only extend my pain infinitely, and let me watch the patients with the same terminal illness pass away one by one. The psychological pressure is really unbearable. I might as well talk to you quietly Treatment, I leave my fate to you. If the treatment is really unsuccessful, I also believe that you can let me die with dignity, instead of losing all my hair and having dark spots on my face. Die like a ghost..."

Hearing his words, Yang Zimei's heart was broken.

Yes, unlimited chemotherapy, for terminally ill patients, there is only pain without much hope.

Song Xuan's current situation is not deteriorating, his few silver needles, combined with marrow washing vitality, should be able to activate his red blood cells that died due to radiation.

Lin Qingmei was due to give birth in three months, and she had to make him healthy before then, and not let Xiaopang have to face the tragic situation of his father as soon as he was born.

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(End of this chapter)