Boss, dinner is ready. "Su Yun walked in leisurely and greeted Zheng Ren from afar.
"Doctor, I don't know your name, but I still have to thank you." After the woman heard Su Yun's words, she said calmly, "I won't disturb you anymore. I'm leaving."
After saying that, the corner of her mouth twitched slightly. It was unknown if she was holding back the sadness in her heart or if she wanted to leave a smile for Zheng Ren. However, in the end, she left expressionlessly with a blank face.
Su Yun walked over and met the woman face to face.
He was stunned as if he had seen a ghost. "You … You … How did you …"
The woman turned slightly, made way for Su Yun, and slowly walked out.
Su Yun looked at the woman's back disappearing at the door in confusion. He frowned and walked to Zheng Ren's side. "Why does she look like the person I met at the door of the ultrasound room half a year ago?"
Zheng Ren felt that face blindness was really a kind of injury. Su Yun completely crushed him in this field.
He nodded silently.
Su Yun had long sensed that the atmosphere was not right. His mind was sharp, and coupled with his rich clinical experience, he guessed what had happened in an instant.
"Boss, the child is still alive?"
"I don't think so." Zheng Ren sighed. "She said that she's going to be discharged today. She's going to take the child to see the sun and grass."
"Even you can't?" Su Yun asked briefly.
Zheng Ren recalled the situation when he saw the little boy half a year ago. At that time, it was already terminal cancer and there was no cure. He did not know what price the woman had paid to forcibly extend the child's life by a few months.
At that time, it could not be done. As for now … It should be impossible. It was estimated that the tumor tissue had already metastasized. It was not something that could be solved by surgery. His level was improving, but the tumor was also constantly spreading.
He shook his head and remained silent.
Su Yun patted Zheng Ren's shoulder and said, "Don't think about it. Human strength is sometimes exhausted."
"But I want to see him," Zheng Ren said in a deep voice.
"Huh? Not afraid anymore? "Su Yun was a little surprised.
"I only saw him once. I don't know how he is now," Zheng Ren said seriously. "I want to see him, send him out of the hospital, and say a few words."
"Go by yourself. I'm not interested in such things." Su Yun staggered into the office.
Zheng Ren thought about it for a moment and strode out of the ward area, heading straight for the settlement of the hospitalization account.
In fact, he didn't think much of it. In the past, he didn't have much interaction with the little boy. In fact, they didn't even speak more than five sentences.
With the passage of time, Zheng Ren could not even remember if the little boy had called him uncle or brother at that time.
He seemed to be an uncle. Back then, he had criticized him in his heart.
He let his imagination run wild as he arrived at the checkout counter.
In the afternoon, there were many people waiting for the discharge settlement. There was a long queue in front of more than a dozen windows. It was not very troublesome for Zheng Ren to find someone. In a sense, it was easier to find a familiar face in a group of mosaics than to find someone else.
The woman was queuing at window number three. She looked like a woman in her forties or fifties. Her back was slightly bent, and she could not breathe under the pressure of life and endless sadness.
Parting, life and death, these were the most important things in the world.
Zheng Ren sighed but did not hesitate. He walked up to the woman and extended his hand.
"I'm Zheng Ren. You can call me Doctor Zheng," Zheng Ren introduced himself very seriously.
"Uh …" The woman was in a daze for a moment. She looked at Zheng Ren in confusion, not understanding why this young doctor had chased her here.
However, she was obviously well-educated. She habitually extended her hand and shook Zheng Ren's hand. She said softly, "My name is Wen Xiaowan. Nice to meet you."
"Which ward is the child in? Can I visit him?" Zheng Ren asked.
The woman looked into Zheng Ren's eyes. She was very confused but still said, "Third Department of Oncology, Bed 7-18."
"Then you go ahead. I'll go see the child." Zheng Ren shook the woman's hand. They were considered acquaintances. Then, he turned around and left.
'Third Department of Oncology,' Zheng Ren thought to himself. He did not care how the woman looked at him.
He strode to the elevator of the third inpatient department. He did not rush to take the fire escape. Instead, he squeezed into the elevator like the others to go up to the 18th floor.
The elevator was bustling with people. Zheng Ren waited for a long time before he got in.
Usually, Zheng Ren did not like crowded places. After all, the more people there were, the noisier it would be. He was very annoyed. However, today, he had a different feeling.
It was good enough to be alive and able to talk and laugh. He did not even need these things. Even if many people had a worried look on their faces, as long as they were alive, it was a very fortunate thing.
The place was bustling, but it also had the smell of human life.
When he reached the 18th floor, Zheng Ren got out of the elevator and walked to the third department of oncology.
Room 7, Bed 18. The little boy on the bed was staring at the ceiling, thinking about something. He had lost a lot of weight after not seeing him for half a year. There was a big bump on his neck. It looked like his condition was very serious. However, his eyes were still lively, but he was very bored.
A blood-red System panel appeared in front of Zheng Ren.
The diagnosis of all kinds of tumor metastases was fatal.
This was within Zheng Ren's expectations. It would be the strangest if all of them were cured.
He walked over slowly. The little boy sensed someone coming. His eyes moved away from the ceiling and looked at Zheng Ren.
"Huh? Uncle, why are you here? "His voice was very hoarse, and it was very difficult for him to speak. Even so, he was still mischievous and happy, as if he had no idea what he was facing.
Zheng Ren smiled and sat on the white stool by the bed. He said, "I'm here to see you."
"Are you okay?" the little boy asked.
"I'm fine. How about you?"
"I'm average, but this time, my mother said she would take me to see the grassland," the little boy said. "It's the kind in the wild, an endless grassland. It's already autumn now. If I don't go see it now, I won't be able to see it. "
Was it autumn? Zheng Ren was not very sensitive to the changes of the seasons. Every day, he sank into the department to perform surgery. If there was no one to change his clothes for him, Zheng Ren would not even remember. He would probably spend a year wearing one or two sets of clothes.
Sitting in front of the bed, Zheng Ren did not know what to say.
On the other hand, the little boy was very talkative. His voice was hoarse because the tumor tissue had invaded the thyroid, cervical spine, and trachea.
He kept talking as if he was treating Zheng Ren as a big toy and a big friend.
"You look good." After a few minutes, the little boy's physical strength was almost exhausted. His speech was intermittent. Zheng Ren took over and asked.
"Yes, I will try my best to live," the little boy said. "By the way, my name is Shi Jian. Jian as in strong. What about you, uncle?"
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