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"...It is now basically certain that what the patient is suffering from is acute aplastic anemia."

The doctor put the test report of the bone marrow aspiration in front of Qi Yousui and Zhong Xuejin, raised his head, his transparent glasses reflected the coldness of the incandescent lamp, folded his hands on his chest, and explained in a businesslike manner:

"This disease is acute, progresses rapidly, and can be life-threatening in severe cases."

"Then what should I do?!" Zhong Xue was held by Qi Qingyun's wrist, the trembling of her body could be clearly felt by Qi Qingyun, her mental state was not stable, her pale lips spit out broken words, Tears fell suddenly:

"My son is so young, he can't..."

After speaking, Zhong Xuejin's voice became more and more hoarse, even a little crying, at the end she couldn't continue, she covered her face with her palms and was hugged by Qi Qingyun, crying bitterly.

"...Doctor, tell me, my wife is not able to accept this fact for the time being."

Qi Qingjun embraced the collapsed Zhong Xuejin in her arms, and slowly patted the other person's back with her palm, as if to comfort her, the expression on her face was indeed the same dignified as before Zhong Xuejin:

"Now, what are the best treatment options?"

The doctor nodded, expressing his understanding of Zhong Xuejin's reaction, turned on the computer panel, looked at the diagnosis and treatment records on it, and said slowly:

"In order to stabilize the disease, I suggest temporary immunotherapy suppression to prolong the life of the patient."

"But these can only be temporarily effective. The most fundamental thing is to use bone marrow transplantation."

The doctor's fingertips kept sliding on the mouse wheel, and the dense data flew across his glasses, and he calmly analyzed it for Qi Qingyun and Zhong Xue:

"However, it is not easy to find a marrow donor with HLA tissue matching for bone marrow transplantation, let alone a patient with acute aplastic anemia like Qi Yousui, if a young marrow donor cannot be found as soon as possible, it is very likely... ..."

The doctor paused, considering Zhong Xuejin's emotions, he still didn't finish the second half of the sentence, and only reminded Qi Qingyun vaguely with a glance from the corner of his eye:

"Mr. Qi, do you understand what I mean?"

"......"

Qi Qingyun didn't speak, just covered the ears of Zhong Xuejin who was crying so hard with his palm, except for the slightly frowning brows, his face was still calm, his tightly pursed lips only revealed a little unrest, like the tip of an iceberg , making it difficult to see his true mood, he only nodded slowly for a long while:

"......Thank you doctor, I know what you mean."

"..." The doctor sighed, only gave a few more instructions, and then took the nurse to the ward rounds.

Zhong Xue's legs could not stand still after crying, and after being half-dragged and half-hugged by Qi Qingyun for a long time, she walked to the seat outside the corridor of the ward with tears in her eyes, and sat down staggeringly.

"Don't be afraid, there is still time."

Qi Qingyun wiped Zhong Xue's swollen and walnut-like eyes with her fingertips, and sighed distressedly, "Don't cry, if you keep crying, something will happen to your eyes."

"I'm afraid, I'm afraid of my son..."

Zhong Xuejin didn't want to cry, but he was already sick, and it was the most difficult time to stabilize his emotions, not to mention the fact that his son was suffering from a serious illness that could be fatal at any time. To shed tears, hold Qi Qingyun's wrist choked with sobs, and uttered urgent words in a hoarse voice:

"Ajun, we just said that to treat our son well, we can't let him just be like this..."

Zhong Xuejin didn't say any more, but Qi Qingyun could understand what Zhong Xuejin meant.

He subconsciously fell silent.

The silent wind rustled, passing through the shade of the trees outside the window, and the leaves cast dim shadows on the white tiled floor of the hospital, and the dusty glass seemed to block all the sunlight from the outside.

Looking up, it seems to be full of decay and desolation.

Qi Qingyun hugged the slender body in her arms, and didn't know what to do.

This was the first time he felt so powerless after his rebirth.

He used to habitually control everything and calculate everything, so he was able to sit in a position that ordinary people could not reach at a young age, so that he never thought that people would be so helpless in the face of life and death.

Qi Qingjun understands the cruel nature of life better than anyone else. He entered the society early, and through constant sacrifices of labor and brainpower in exchange for money to settle down, after suffering so many supercilious glances and trials, he finally crawled out of desperation. I thought people's hearts could be counted, but in fact, after counting, he counted money and power, but he could not count natural disasters or man-made disasters.

This is not his personal failure, it can only be attributed to the cruelty of the world.

Qi Qingyun suddenly felt a sudden upheaval in his stomach, and he felt a little nauseous, but he couldn't show it in front of Zhong Xuejin, who was also emotionally broken. Leaning on the wall, he quietly walked into the bathroom.

His vision was a little blurred, and his hands shook several times before he managed to turn on the faucet of the hospital. Clear water flowed out instantly, and it seemed to have a distinct smell of disinfectant.

Qi Qingyun scooped up a handful of water with both hands and splashed it on her face, relying on the tingling sensation of the cold water sticking to her skin, she maintained her precarious sanity and forced herself to stay awake, but the shortness of breath caused by palpitations The sound was still so loud that he wanted to cover his ears.

What to do, what should he do......

Qi Qingjun inserted her ten fingers into her hair in pain, and pulled vigorously, her mind was full of Qi Yousui's haggard face and Zhong Xuejin's red eyes from crying, the illnesses of the two of them were pressing on her heart like two mountains , the pain was so painful that Qi Qingyun was almost out of breath.

What should he do to save his lover and son......

Time passed by bit by bit, and the second hand turned several times, but Qi Qingyun didn't seem to notice it, and maintained such a stiff posture like a clay sculpture for a long time, when he slowly raised his head, he caught a glimpse of it through the mirror. My true face at this moment——

Her hair was disheveled, and a strand of it hung down her eyelashes in embarrassment, her eyes were red, and the corners of her eyes were covered with dense bloodshot eyes, her jaw was tense and trembling, her expression was slightly ferocious like a ghost, and the veins on the back of her hand propped on the sink were stretched.

At this moment, Qi Qingyun's expression is haggard and tired, not at all like the calm look she pretended to be in front of others.

Because Qi Yousui was ill, Zhong Xuejin, Qi Yousui or anyone in the Zhong family could break down and cry, but only Qi Qingyun couldn't.

At least, not in front of everyone.

He is the only spiritual support in the hearts of Qi Yousui and Zhong Xuejin. Once Qi Qingyun shows any panic or restlessness, no one in this family will be stable and able to survive this sudden situation.

"......" Qi Qingyun looked at herself in the mirror, and worked hard for a long time before squeezing out a smile from the corner of her mouth. With the bleak lights of the hospital and her pale face, she seemed a little inexplicable. Twisted and weird.

“…”

It still doesn't look like it.

Qi Qingyun's face slowly collapsed again, took a deep breath, and worked hard for a long time before slowly calming down the tumbling mood, and only after making sure that there was no longer any abnormality on her face, did she walk out of the bathroom .

His lover and children still need him, he can't be down here, can't make them worry.

"boom--"

As soon as Qi Qingyun stepped out of the bathroom, suddenly, a small object hit his leg with a whoosh, and Qi Qingyun took a step back in shock, watching in amazement a beautiful snow dumpling fell down on the ground with a plop. in front of him.

The head of Xuetuanzi has handsome eyebrows, like a man made of gold and jade, his hands are rubbed red on the ground, his eyes are as dark as crystal purple grapes, mixed with daze, bewilderment and panic, staring with tears in his eyes Qi Qingyun seemed to be in pain from a fall, she curled her lips, with a look of wanting to cry, tears rolled in her eyes, she sucked her nose, so she couldn't cry out.

Qi Qingyun was stunned for a moment, quickly picked up Xue Tuanzi from the ground, put him on a chair beside him, touched him left and right, and finally took out a candy for Qi Yousui from his pocket, patiently She peeled off the candy wrapper, handed it to Xue Tuanzi, and coaxed in a low voice:

"Don't cry, will my brother give you candy?"

Xuetuanzi is a little boy about six years old. He wears a pair of silver bracelets that are not new in style in his left hand. He is very obedient. Seeing Qi Qingyun giving him candy, not only did he not cry, but he burst into tears To laugh, she politely took the sugar in Qi Qingyun's hand, her voice was crisp like a freshly cut apple:

"Thank you!"

"You're welcome." Qi Qingyun touched Xue Tuanzi's soft black hair, and wanted to coax the child well before leaving, but seeing the child's soft and moist eyebrows, she felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity, and couldn't help it. Turning back, God made a ghost and asked:

"What's your name? Why didn't your parents follow you?"

"Dad is going to the company. Mom has a very important operation in the hospital today. I was swinging in the garden alone, but suddenly I ran here." Xue Tuanzi has a pair of beautiful red phoenix eyes, shaking Shaking his head, he stretched out his short hand to gesture vigorously, with a long life lock hanging around his neck, raised his fair and delicate face like a doll, smiled at Qi Qingyun with crooked eyebrows, hugged Qi Qingyun's The arm refused to let go, honestly said:

"However, I can tell you that my name is Ji'an."

"... Send Ann?"

Qi Qingyun glanced at Ji'an, thinking that the surname "Ji" is quite strange, he is so ignorant, that he actually has the surname "Ji"?

"Yeah," Ji'an nodded crazily, sitting on the seat with his hips crossed proudly, his voice was as soft as a candy cake, and there was a bit of cowardly cuteness in his slurred words:

"Mom said, it means sending away peace."

The surname was given by his parents, and Qi Qingyun couldn't say anything, and he was suspicious of the child's words "he came here suddenly", thinking that the child must have fallen asleep while swinging, and then was caught Parents took him to the hospital to see a doctor.

"Don't feel bad, Ji'an is here, don't cry."

Ji'an mistakenly thought that the drops of water on Qi Qingyun's face were teardrops, but in fact, even Qi Qingyun herself couldn't tell what it was.Xue Tuanzi stared at Qi Qingyun for a while, then clumsily took out a pack of facial tissues from his pocket, took out one and unfolded it, and slowly squatted on the ground for Qi Qingyun to wipe the water on his face, comforting him thoughtfully road:

"Don't be sad, everything will be fine..."

Qi Qingyun patted Xue Tuanzi's head dumbfounded, always felt that the other party was comforting her like a little adult, and gave a low "um", only to feel that seeing this child made her feel much better.

But no matter how cute the child is, he is still someone else's child. Qi Qingyun stayed with the other party for a while, then called the nurse in a low voice, and asked the nurse to take him to the front desk to broadcast to find his parents, and then left.

Since the child's mother is in the hospital, the child may have followed his mother to the hospital. There must be someone in the hospital who knows his mother who can take care of him, so Qi Qingyun doesn't need to worry about it.

In the ward.

Qi Yousui was lying on the bed a little sleepy, his face was a little pale, Zhong Xuejin was bending down to help him up, and slowly giving him the medicine he was going to take today.

Qi Yousui's body has been in a state of high temperature for the past few days. He is a little burned and unconscious. He catches a cold every now and then, accompanied by continuous internal bleeding. Even when he gets up and brushes his teeth every day, his gums will bleed with a little force, and the smell of blood is always present. If it doesn't linger around Qi Yousui's body, no matter how much medicine you take, it won't work. In the end, Qi Yousui's spirit is obviously fragile and irritable.

What's more, Qi Yousui didn't know where he found out today that the bone marrow he needed couldn't be matched in the national bone marrow bank, and his whole body was visibly wilted, thinking that even if he could rely on taking medicine, he would lose the rest of his life. Qi Yousui couldn't take it anymore if he had to take medicine non-stop to maintain such a bedridden porcelain doll state.

He was so reckless, and he was coaxed and pampered by Chu Queze until he was 16 years old. How could he have suffered such grievances?

Therefore, Zhong Xue coaxed him for a long time, and Qi Yousui didn't want to take medicine, so he buried his flushed face under the quilt, and said in a muffled voice:

"I don't want to take medicine,"

He paused, stretched out his fingertips, and pulled the quilt over his face, a little bit refusing to communicate:

"It can't be cured."

"..." Zhong Xuejin looked at Qi Yousui with some helplessness, and comforted him clumsily:

"No, you are old, it's just ordinary anemia..."

"Mom, don't lie to me."

Qi Yousui sighed and watched Zhong Xuejin's eye circles turn red again, but he still insisted on saying:

"I know, I have acute aplastic anemia, and I don't have the right bone marrow. I will probably die this summer."

"No, it can be cured," Zhong Xue held Qi Yousui's wrist, fearing that she would hurt her son with a light pinch, holding back tears and repeating it over and over again, not knowing that she was comforting herself He was still comforting others, his voice was broken and hoarse, but he had to put on a forced smile:

"It can be cured, believe me, there are years..."

As expected of Qi Yousui's son, Qi Yousui took his own death very lightly. Instead of maintaining this state, he hoped to be freed sooner. After staring at Zhong Xue for a while, he shook his head affirmatively:

"It's useless."

"If it can't be cured, it can't be cured. Taking these medicines is just a drop in the bucket for psychological comfort."

Qi Yousui lay on the bed, closed his eyes and didn't want to look at Zhong Xuejin's red eye sockets again, his voice was very slow, it seemed that he didn't want to give too much hope to himself and Zhong Xue, forcing the other party to accept this fact, word by word road:

"Taking medicine is useless...."

The two people present knew in their hearts that if there is no suitable bone marrow transplant for acute aplastic anemia, no matter how much medicine they take, they will only be able to survive.

"You are old, how can you give up on yourself." Zhong Xuejin still didn't believe this evil, or rather, he couldn't accept his son's abandonment at all, and still struggled: "I, and Dad, hope you get better, Do you have the heart to leave your parents behind?"

Qi Yousui opened his eyes, with a cold light shining in his dark pupils, he stared at Zhong Xue for a long time, raised the corners of his lips, and said half-sarcastically, "...but, at the beginning, mother, didn't Have you given up on me too?"

Zhong Xuejin swayed suddenly, the blood faded from his face, and he was as pale as paper.

Qi Yousui had a panoramic view of his performance, paused, and still questioned himself:

"So now I give up on myself and you, what's wrong?!"

He might be a little angry when he said this, but regarding Zhong Xuejin's absence from his childhood, it was still like a thorn deeply pierced into the wound, which hadn't healed for many years, which made him always brood.

There are many things that cannot be said with reason, but at a certain fragile point, they can still be said in a joking or angry way. The hidden feelings may be true or false, and Zhong Xue has no way to tell , but the mother and child are connected, he can truly feel the strong sad breath emanating from Qi Yousui.

He said....he gave up on him first, so he also gave up on himself and them.

Zhong Xue stared intently at Qi Yousui who closed her eyes and didn't want to say another word, pinched her fingertips into her palm so hard that she almost bled, her pupils were dark, her lips were pursed and she was silent for a long time, she didn't know what she thought of , raised his head suddenly, and stood up abruptly.

The chair legs rubbed against the ground unexpectedly, making a sharp sound, as if someone rubbed a blackboard with long nails, and the scalp felt numb.

Zhong Xuejin didn't seem to notice the trembling movement of Qi Yousui's shoulders, and took the black bag aside, and then unzipped it without saying a word, walked to Qi Yousui, and put the whole bag expressionlessly. turned upside down.

Due to gravity, a pile of medicine rushed out of the crack in an instant and fell onto Qi Yousui's quilt with a clatter. So he looked at Zhong Xuejin with a dark complexion.

Zhong Xuejin didn't say too much, but silently began to peel off the medicine. Under Qi Yousui's bewildered eyes, he grabbed the medicine, one by one, and stuffed it into his mouth indifferently.

Qi Yousui looked at him inexplicably at the beginning, until he saw Zhong Xuejin take the medicine at a gradually accelerated speed, and in the end he even gobbled it up, and even choked up a little while chewing dryly without drinking water. He coughed violently, his fair face flushed from the cough, his eyebrows were slightly frowned, and he seemed to be in some pain.

"........what are you doing?!"

Seeing this, Qi Yousui's complexion suddenly became ugly, he tightly clenched Zhong Xuejin's hand that still wanted to take the medicine, his finger bones were almost white, he gritted his teeth and said:

"You're not sick, what medicine are you taking blindly?!"

"Who says I'm not sick?" Zhong Xue let Qi Yousui hold his hand, her eyes were still red, but her expression was very serious, and she uttered words with unprecedented clarity:

"I'll tell you today, I'm sick, I have schizophrenia."

"..." Qi Yousui didn't expect that Zhong Xue would tell him such a fantasy that the earth would explode tomorrow, and his whole body felt as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer. Living.

As soon as Zhong Xuejin finished speaking, the sound of breathing in Qi Yousui's ears suddenly became loud and loud, his heartbeat seemed to be accelerating gradually, but the blood flowed upstream, causing his brain to instantly go blank like a blown circuit, making his hands and feet cold , The back broke out in a cold sweat.

His mother is sick?Or schizophrenia? !

Qi Yousui was so dizzy from the heavy news that his soul seemed to be floating in the air. In the end, he could barely feel how his vocal cords were trembling. His body was ahead of his consciousness, and he blurted out:

"You have schizophrenia?!"

He grabbed Zhong Xuejin's shoulder with his eyes wide open, shook it hard in disbelief, and said through gritted teeth, "When?! Why didn't you tell me earlier?!"