Chapter 771 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 uniform, standing in front of the window with his back to the door.
It's only been a week since he hadn't seen him, and he seemed to have lost a lot of weight, making the hospital clothes seem a bit empty.
The hair under the sun, there is a little bit of gray.
Seeing his back figure, Yang Zimei's heart was sour, and a layer of mist filled the bottom of his eyes.
"Mr. Song—"
Yang Zimei stepped forward and called out softly.
Song Xuan turned back...
His originally warm face became thin and visible, with sunken eye sockets, beard stubble popping out, and his face was haggard.
"I am coming."
Yang Zimei's voice was choked up.
Song Xuanchao smiled slightly at her, the smile was a bit broken and forced, "Oh, Xiaomei, you are here, hard work, sit down."
Yang Zimei sat down in the chair next to her.
Song Xuan sat on the bed opposite, looked at her, and asked softly, "Have you eaten yet?"
"I'm not hungry."
Yang Zimei shook her head, "Mr. Song, are you going to have chemotherapy?"
"The doctor said that there is no need for it at present, and he is doing red blood cell activation therapy. If it can be successful, it will be easy to restore health. If not..."
Song Xuan said sadly, "It may begin to deteriorate in three months."
"Mr. Song, I won't let your condition worsen. If you believe me and cooperate with my treatment, you should be able to activate red blood cells within a month."
That day, Lei split the Taoist temple, and Yang Zimei also found an ancient medical book in the ruins, which contained acupuncture methods for the treatment of sepsis.
Yang Zimei studied it for one night and experimented with mice for a few days, and found that the effect was very good. Therefore, she had the confidence to come to Song Xuan.
Looking at 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 exclusively."
"Why? I'm still thinking about acupuncture combined with the hospital's treatment." After all, there has been no real clinical trial, only on mice. It is related to Song Xuan's life, but Yang Zimei is not so confident.
"It is impossible for the hospital to let you participate in the treatment and cooperation. I can only choose one. The treatment in the past few days has really not helped me at all. Every day there is only despair."
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 saved him with just a few injections. I am a blood cancer, and being treated by the hospital will only extend my pain infinitely, and let me watch the same terminally ill patients pass away one by one around me. The psychological pressure is really unbearable. It is better to meditate with you. Treatment, I leave my destiny 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, dark spots on my face, and becoming unhuman and ghostly. Die like a ghost..."
Hearing his words, Yang Zimei's heart was broken.
Yes, unlimited chemotherapy, for terminally ill patients, there is only pain and not much hope.
Song Xuan's current situation is not deteriorating yet. His few silver needles, together with cleansing the marrow, should be able to activate his red blood cells that died due to radiation.
Lin Qingmei is still three months away from giving birth. She has to make him healthy before that, and not let Xiaopang face his father's tragic situation as soon as he is born.
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