Reinventing the Millennium.

Chapter 11

The cousin Zhao Suqi in Fang Zhuo's memory is a very sunny girl, her life suddenly faded in the blooming years of high school.

Since then, the uncle's family has been covered with dark clouds.

Fang Zhuo was an only child. When he was a child, he occasionally saw other people have sisters, and he would quarrel with his mother for one.

At that time, the mother would point to Zhao Suqi and say, "Qiqi is your sister."

He has always had a good relationship with his cousin, that is, when he went to college and came to the provincial capital, and his cousin went to high school, the connection between the two became less, but he never thought about...

——Bone marrow biopsy has been done, and the diagnosis is acute myeloid leukemia, M2 type.

- The treatment option is now to consider induction chemotherapy.

- If the follow-up effect is not good, you need to change the medicine or bone marrow transplant.

Fang Zhuo saw his cousin sleeping on the hospital bed through the glass. He did not enter the sterile ward, and immediately began to understand the current treatment progress.

"Mom, what about my uncle and the others? Didn't my dad come?"

Zhao Shumei glanced at her son who was holding a stack of report sheets: "They came when you were traveling, and now they are all going back to raise money. Tomorrow your uncle will come here, and your aunt and I will go home, and I have to find someone to help in my unit. I put the work on top."

Fang Zhuo corrected: "It's not about traveling, it's about making money. Well, the treatment is not a matter of one or two days. Arrange for a rotation. The most important thing is the medical expenses. I will think of a way to do this."

He thought for a while and asked, "Does the hospital have an overall cost assessment?"

Zhao Shumei stared at her son for a few seconds, and suddenly said with heartfelt relief: "The stall is not set up in vain, and I have the energy to do things. Sigh, you can do whatever you want, as long as you have the heart."

Fang Zhuo sighed, this is the result of the money not being laundered, it is hard to take it if you want.

He coughed: "Mom, I heard that there are organizations like the Red Cross that can look for donations. I met a person there when I bought goods in Yiwu two days ago. When I went back to the dormitory to look for it, he gave me a business card. "

Zhao Shumei frowned and said, "Isn't it a liar? Let people donate money? Our family still has some bottom line. We'll talk about the day when we break the pot and sell the iron."

"If you want to smash it, hurry up, don't delay the treatment because of medical expenses!" Fang Zhuo raised his voice, "At this time, if the family has borrowed money, they have to get it back no matter what, and their lives are at stake!"

Zhao Shumei was stunned, and after a while, she said, "We're all trying to figure out a way, do you think we're not in a hurry?"

"Urgent, more urgent, money, more money." Fang Zhuo said solemnly.

Zhao Shumei did not refute her son.

But every family has a scripture that is difficult to read, how can it be so easy to raise money.

After a while, when Fang Zhuo looked down at the report, his aunt Xu Ru came back from shopping.

When she saw her nephew Fang Zhuo who appeared in the corridor, tears flowed down immediately.

This situation and situation made her more vulnerable every time she saw her relatives.

"Auntie, Qiqi hasn't reached the worst stage yet. Let's try to get her to receive treatment as soon as possible."

"I just read the information written by the hospital that the treatment depends on the 5-year survival rate. If there is no recurrence within 5 years, it is a conventional 'curing'."

"After all, leukemia is a serious illness. Let's set a small goal first. In five years, we will celebrate Qiqi's birthday together as a family."

Fang Zhuo's comfort was both rational and cruel.

When Zhao Shumei heard her son's words, she patted her sister-in-law on the shoulder and stared.

However, Xu Ru's tears gradually stopped.

"Xiao Zhuo, Qiqi fell ill at the beginning, and the doctors in the county suspected that it was leukemia. I thought that it must be cured. Later, when I came here to be diagnosed, I thought that she must live for another ten years."

"Just now, on the way up, I was thinking that if I can stay with her for another year, I will be satisfied for just one year."

"Yesterday, the patient in another ward also had leukemia. The person left at night. I was in great pain."

Xu Ru burst into tears again.

The psychological expectations of the patient's family members are declining little by little.

Fang Zhuo felt uncomfortable.

"You eat first. Your aunt and I will go over there to talk. After you finish eating, give me a copy." Zhao Shumei also had tears in her eyes, and she took her sister-in-law to the seat.

Fang Zhuo pursed his lips, and simply put the two lunch boxes away. After he said that, he got off the elevator and went to buy his own meals.

I couldn't see the crying mother and aunt in sight, but I still heard the painful voices of the patient's family from time to time.

Fang Zhuo was sitting by the flower bed outside the inpatient department, holding a box lunch. He wondered for a while whether he could use the name of the Red Cross to pay his cousin's medical expenses for treatment, and then he looked at the man in a hurry and always in pain in the building. In and out.

A hospital is a place of despair and a place of hope.

However, sometimes it is a straw that is difficult to hold, and it still makes people sink in the end.

Fang Zhuo reluctantly finished his dinner and returned to the fifth floor.

"Qiqi wakes up, you put on a sterile gown and go in and talk to her, don't talk for too long, she has to rest well."

When Zhao Shumei saw her son, she instructed.

Fang Zhuo responded, put on sterile clothes, and met his cousin Zhao Suqi.

"Brother, what's wrong with your hair?" Zhao Suqi noticed a problem at first glance.

Fang Zhuo sat gently on the edge, looked at his cousin's haggard face, and said, "If you're in a bad mood, change your hairstyle."

"Then see me, are you going to shave your head when you go out?" Zhao Suqi smiled.

Fang Zhuo's mood suddenly became depressed. At this time, he had to relieve his Qi Qi, why should it be her?
Zhao Suqi patted his cousin's arm, and his voice became lower: "Oh, brother, don't cry anymore, if something happens to me in the future, remember to accompany my mother and my father for me, it's no big deal. Life and death, I have already seen it through."

There was light in her eyes.

"Qiqi, I had a dream yesterday." Fang Zhuo took a deep breath and said slowly, "I dreamed that you were not cured, and that my uncle and aunt were very sad."

Zhao Suqi looked at his cousin's serious expression, and there was light in his eyes.

Fang Zhuo continued: "In the next two years, every time I saw them, they cried."

"Aunt's eyes are getting worse, and my uncle has become taciturn."

"Later, I dreamed that they sponsored a child in the mountains. At that time, they smiled again. However, the child had a car accident, which hit the uncle and aunt very hard."

"In the dream, I was very busy for a while, and I didn't have time to see them, so I made some money from time to time."

"Later, and later, my daughter-in-law found out that I was making money. We had a big fight. Your sister-in-law was hysterical."

Fang Zhuo turned his head to look into Zhao Suqi's eyes: "Because it was difficult for us at that time."

"I woke up from the dream, I was lying on the bed, I was looking at the ceiling, I just had an idea, Qi Qi, you must take good treatment and live."

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, brother has a way."

Zhao Suqi's throat seemed to be dry.

Tears slowly flowed down her face, and she choked: "Well, brother, I want to live."

(End of this chapter)