"Dr. Phil, if I may ask —"
Walking side by side with the tall and thin middle-aged male doctor on the way to the main building of St. Edlund Hospital, Zhou Wei finally could not hold back his curiosity and asked. His gaze also landed on the former's face.
"Are you that girl's …"
Dr. Phil smiled, as if he had guessed the question in Zhou Wei's mind. He shook his head.
"No."
"Actually … Cassie is not considered a patient I'm in charge of."
"I'm mainly responsible for the management of the patients' conditions in the intensive care unit in Area A of the Inpatient Department, but Cassie belongs to the ward in Area B on the fourth to sixth floors. She's not under my jurisdiction."
"As for the chief physician … it's not me either."
The answer was very detailed, but the more it was like this, the more doubts in Zhou Wei's heart disappeared.
"Then I think you seem to —"
Before he could finish speaking, Dr. Phil interrupted him with a smile.
"You seem to know a lot about Cassie and are very concerned about it. Is that what you want to say?"
Then, without waiting for Zhou Wei to subconsciously nod, Dr. Phil had already turned his gaze away. He looked at the desolate scene on both sides of the garden path that was swaying in the wind and rain.
He said with emotion, "Yes."
"It's indeed not something I need to worry about."
"But …"
"That girl seems to have some kind of magical power that comes from the East. Anyone who sees her can't help but feel concerned and protective."
His words were a little profound and obscure, but Zhou Wei vaguely understood something. He raised his head and looked at Dr. Phil again.
"Just like Nurse Jessica at the information desk just now?"
"Yes, just like Jessica." Dr. Phil nodded affirmatively and smiled, "Jessica is also one of the caregivers in charge of taking care of Cassie since she first came to our St. Edlund Hospital. She almost treats Cassie like her own daughter. That's why she was so wary of you earlier, Mr. Zhou. I hope you don't mind."
Zhou Wei shook his head.
"Of course, this kind of feeling is understandable. It's just a misunderstanding."
At this time, he did not take the previous small misunderstanding to heart. Because through Dr. Phil's answer and explanation, he was more deeply and intuitively experiencing the special charm that the girl he had yet to meet seemed to have.
A girl from the far east.
After coming to a foreign country, in a completely unfamiliar environment, even in a hospital that should only be shrouded in the cold and inhumane atmosphere of medical alcohol and disinfectant, she was able to receive the heartfelt care and love from so many strangers.
Just this point …
That was impressive enough.
Even though Zhou Wei had never seen the girl named "An Xin" with his own eyes, at this moment, he couldn't help but subconsciously try to outline her image in his heart.
She should be a girl full of sunshine and always smiling.
She had the beautiful black hair of an Asian.
She had a delicate and beautiful body.
There was no doubt that she also had a beautiful face that would make one feel pity for her.
Maybe cute.
Perhaps he was clever and cunning.
But no matter what kind of temperament it was … it should have the same indescribable unique charm that made people want to get close to her, and also make people around her feel happy and sunny.
"Really a good girl —" As if to support Zhou Wei's conjecture in his heart, Dr. Phil once again sighed sincerely, "Surrounded by the warm aura of sunshine, so bright and dazzling that it will probably make all the boys of the same age fall for her …"
As he said that, he suddenly paused for a moment, then let out a long sigh.
"Unfortunately —"
Just the word "unfortunately" was enough for Zhou Wei to guess and comprehend some hidden meaning from it.
So, at this point, he finally got to the point.
Taking a deep breath to adjust his mood, Zhou Wei looked at Dr. Phil with a serious expression and raised the doubts that had been buried in his heart for a long time.
"So, I haven't asked —"
"That girl … What kind of disease does she have?"
As if he had already expected this question from Zhou Wei, Dr. Phil did not look surprised at all. He only sighed softly again, stopped walking, and looked at Zhou Wei as well. He said quietly, "
"ALS, I wonder if you have heard of MR. Zhou?"
A-L-S？
The unfamiliar English word made Zhou Wei slightly stunned for a moment.
He seemed to be vaguely familiar with this professional term, but for a moment … he couldn't recall it clearly.
…
“ALS。”
"The full name … should be called Amyotrophic-Lateral-Sclerosis."
Dr. Phil's tone seemed to be calm as he gave Zhou Wei a more detailed explanation.
And this time …
The latter finally understood.
So, the expression on Zhou Wei's face suddenly changed.
"Amyotrophic lateral sclerosis?"
Dr. Phil nodded slowly, "Yes, it seems that you are not unfamiliar with this disease — but in the United Kingdom, this disease should be called MND, which is also known as motor neuron disease." As he said that, he smiled, "The French also call this disease Charcot-Charcot disease, but it actually means the same thing."
At this moment, Zhou Wei could no longer concentrate on listening carefully to Dr. Phil's words because at this time, he was completely shocked by the truth.
In his mind …
It seemed to be buzzing!
ALS。
Yes, even an ordinary person like him, whose work had nothing to do with the medical field, was vaguely familiar with the abbreviation of this word. Because although these three simple English letters might not be familiar to most people, if it was translated into Chinese … it would definitely not be unfamiliar to people.
Sclerosis.
"After the patient's upper and lower motor neurons are damaged, it causes the muscles of the limbs, torso, chest, and abdomen to gradually weaken and atrophy.
"Slowly lose their ability to move until they have difficulty swallowing and speaking, as well as respiratory failure."
Dr. Phil's tone was almost flat and did not fluctuate at all as he slowly elaborated such a rigorous and cold medical professional explanation. At this moment, Dr. Phil's expression seemed a little indifferent, but the sadness and heavy light flashing in the depths of his eyes revealed his true emotions.
With some difficulty, Zhou Wei swallowed. When he spoke again, he felt that his voice was a little tense.
"That girl … has ALS?"
"No." Dr. Phil shook his head.
However, before Zhou Wei could subconsciously relax or react in confusion, Dr. Phil's voice was heard again.
"Her disease.
"It's more complicated and more serious than ALS."
For a moment.
The wind and rain in the garden seemed to suddenly fall silent with this sentence.
There was only an indescribable chill that slowly crept into people's hearts.
The air was cold.
The rain fell on the pitch-black umbrella.
Under the umbrella, the tall and thin middle-aged British man lowered his head slightly as if he was mourning.
"That's a variant of ALS."
"The probability of it appearing in conventional ALS patients is less than three in a thousand."
"This variant disease —"
"It's called Orson Mer."
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