Make a living

The results of the film taken by Zheng Jiahe verified Qi Yu's bad guess during the previous inspection.

The child is indeed not ordinary hyperostosis or osteoporosis, but suffering from an extremely rare disease - fibrous dysplasia.So far, the medical community has not determined the exact cause of this disease. It is impossible to judge whether it is caused by genetics, infection, endocrine or other trauma. It can only be observed that the patient's bones will show fibrotic lesions, accompanied by abnormal deformity and swelling.

When Qi Yu saw Zheng Jiahe's arm for the first time, he had many guesses in his mind, but he hadn't thought about the disease yet.It wasn't until later that he personally checked it, supplemented by the abnormality of several indicators in the physical examination, that he roughly determined the direction of the child's illness.Now that the film comes out, it is only the final verification and confirmation.

This disease is serious and serious. It can be regarded as a bone tumor. Those with malignant lesions will have fractures, limb deformities, dysfunction, blindness and deafness.However, if detected in time and treated properly, most of them can be resolved through surgical treatment.

In fact, except that this disease is slightly rare, its treatment is not very difficult, at least it is simpler and easier than many diseases that Qi Yu has dealt with.

The lesion was resected and replaced with bone graft.

Just a routine surgery.

But these words, Qi Yu looked at the one big and one young who were eating with a box lunch in front of them, and found that he couldn't seem to be able to say it frankly and bluntly like facing the patients and their families who were asking for a doctor.

He could guess what a fool Zheng Haichuan could ask.

"Can be cured."

"Well, it's going to be a knife."

"But surgery is not cheap."

"Tens of thousands."

In the corridor on the twelfth floor of the surgery department, Qi Yu answered Zheng Haichuan's series of questions with his pocket in his pocket.

"Oh, well, it can be cured, it can be cured... it's good if it can be cured."

Zheng Haichuan nodded.

He followed Qi Yu's answer and repeated several times, and then fell into a long silence.

Zheng Jiahe was temporarily entrusted to the care of the nurse on duty at the nurse station, and Qi Yu discussed Zheng Jiahe's condition with Zheng Haichuan alone.

Although the little boy is sensible, this shouldn't be something he should worry about at his age.

At the same time, Qi Yu also felt that Zheng Haichuan shouldn't be worried about this matter.

This person obviously can rely on strength to support himself as long as he doesn't care about others.But he is willing to carry a oil bottle with him, and wakes up early and stays late every day. Not only does he have to think about having more food for the family, but he also has to think about the children's future schooling, which is a lot of troublesome things.

Purely looking for guilt.

People are selfish, and if interests are involved, such selfishness will be infinitely magnified.

Killing a wife to cheat insurance, competing for inheritance, abandoning a baby... Are these things rarely seen in social news?Is it possible that this idiot still expects to raise this nephew to guard against old age?

Qi Yu really wanted to sneer, don't count on it.

Money is the most real if you hold it in your own hands, and it is futile to count on others.The closer you are, the more likely you will lose money and life.His mother was counting on his father to live at the beginning, but what happened?His father contentedly enjoyed the flattery and happiness of a bunch of relatives, but his mother didn't even send her to the hospital when she was seriously ill in the end, it was like a joke.

"This disease usually develops slowly and does not require immediate surgery. You... can spend some time raising money."

Qi Yu had hardly seen Zheng Haichuan be quiet for such a long time, and finally opened his mouth on his own initiative.

He knew that Zheng Haichuan's family was not well off, and he remembered that he mentioned that his elder brother was also injured and he was being treated in his hometown, so he was afraid that the family had no money left at all.Under such circumstances, it is obviously unrealistic to immediately take out the money for the nephew's medical treatment.

"……okay."

Zheng Haichuan finally had some reaction.

He nodded a little stagnantly, and showed Qi Yu a smile that was uglier than crying: "Thank you, Doctor Qi."

In the afternoon at the end of May, the sun is hot outside.The strong light shone on the glass on the twelfth floor of the courtyard building, making it hot, dazzling and irritating.

Fortunately, the hospital's air-conditioning system has started to run, and it is cool across the window.Where they were standing, there happened to be an air-conditioning fan above their heads, blowing gusts of cold wind, blowing up Qi Yu's white hanging hem, and making Zheng Haichuan's pocket with the film in his hand tremble.

Qi Yu didn't know what to say for a while, he opened his mouth and closed it again.

Until he watched the big white bag fall from the young man's fingers to the ground, and Zheng Haichuan's originally rough and firm hands had covered his face where he couldn't see any expression.

All he could see was Zheng Haichuan slumping weakly against the wall of the hospital and sitting on the ground.

The surrounding area is filled with unmistakable noises.The patient's commotion, the doctor's reassurance, the family members' nagging worries, the never-ending call bell in front of the nurse's desk... Among them, there is an immature voice that cannot be ignored——

"Sister Nurse, does the injection hurt? I'll tell you secretly, I, I'm actually a little afraid of pain."

"It doesn't hurt, it's like being bitten by a mosquito."

"Oh, then I'm not afraid. I'm not afraid of being stung ten times!"

"Wow, are our kids so amazing?"

"Hey, I get bitten every night! There are always mosquitoes in my house, and mosquito coils don't work. But my dad gets bitten more often, and he never complains of pain."

Qi Yu lowered his head and saw a shoulder that was trembling.

It was as if he was being stabbed by some pain and couldn't bear it.

"Operating... how painful is that? You have to cut the bone and replace it..."

"How...how did you get this disease?"

"Our little He Miao is so obedient, so obedient, and never does bad things."

"He hasn't had a good life for a few days since he was born. With a mother who doesn't care about things and a father who can't go home all the year round, he has been bullied since he was a child because he couldn't eat or wear clothes. Finally, life is easier. Dad had an accident, mom ran away, and now, now..."

When Zheng Haichuan said this, he couldn't speak anymore, his voice was full of sobs.

"Doctor Lu... Do you think there is really justice in this world?"

Zheng Haichuan's tone was full of bewilderment and helplessness.

"Why doesn't God have pity on such a small child?"

Qi Yu's fingers curled up uncontrollably in his pocket.

He didn't answer Zheng Haichuan.

Because he knew that what Zheng Haichuan needed now was not his answer.The young man in front of him didn't even need him to stand here, but just wanted an audience to share the burden that he suddenly couldn't carry for a moment.

Qi Yu's fingers in his pocket loosened and closed several times.

After a long time, he finally pulled his right hand out of his coat pocket.

The five slender and clean fingers spread slightly, paused in the air for a few seconds, and then landed on Zheng Haichuan's short cut hair.

The rough hair pricked the palms slightly itchy and painful.

Qi Yu increased his strength a little bit, pushing the dejected man's head up a little.

"There are too many poor people, God can't control it."

The young doctor in a white coat looked straight into Zheng Haichuan's eyes and spoke calmly.

His figure is against the light, tall and tall, like a cold pine that will never fall down, his voice is cold and rational, but Zheng Haichuan's bewildered heart suddenly has a gleam of clarity.

"You have to rely on yourself to snatch people from God."