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Soon, He Sicheng was sent to Baishen Chinese Medicine Clinic.

Han Baixu examined him personally.

"Doctor Han, how is it?"

"Hematology. Because I didn't get timely treatment and I was depressed, my condition is quite serious. Fortunately, it's not too late to start treatment now."

Shen Jiayin breathed a sigh of relief. "That's good."

Yang Le was even more excited.

Dr. Han has a way to cure He Sicheng's disease, so can he also cure his disease?
Aplastic anemia and leukemia are both blood diseases, aren't they?
Since they are similar diseases, there is no reason why one can be cured and the other cannot, right?

Perhaps it was because his eyes were too eager, Han Bai raised his eyes and looked towards him.

"Doctor Han, I, you..."

Because he was too excited and nervous, Yang Le couldn't even speak a word properly. His mind seemed to be blank and even his breathing was not smooth.

He came here with full hope of life, but at this moment, he was filled with fear, afraid that all his hopes would be in vain.

"Come, follow my instructions, slowly, inhale, exhale, inhale again, exhale again"

Following Han Baiyu's instructions and practicing some breathing exercises, Yang Le finally calmed down a lot and his breathing became smoother. "Thank you, Doctor Han."

"You're welcome. Come here, I'll show you."

Yang Le walked over obediently, a man in his twenties as obedient as a child. When Dr. Han put his slightly warm fingertips on his wrist to feel his pulse, his mood, which had just calmed down, became tense again, and he held his breath and waited for the verdict like a prisoner.

"...I can stabilize the condition first and prevent it from getting worse, and then find a way to provide further treatment."

"But there is a way, isn't there?"

Yang Le is not greedy and would not dream of curing his illness immediately and returning to his previous condition, but as long as there is still hope, even living a few more years would be good.

"I don't want to lie to you. Your situation is not optimistic. It would be best if we could find a source of bone marrow as soon as possible and perform a bone marrow transplant as soon as possible."

Bone marrow transplant...

After hearing these four words, the light in Yang Le's eyes finally dimmed.

I've been told the same thing in other hospitals before.

Putting aside the issue of money, the source of bone marrow is a huge problem.

For bone marrow matching, relatives have the highest probability of successful matching, but neither his parents nor his brothers can donate to him.

Not to mention donation, they won't even agree to do bone marrow matching!

If even our relatives are like this, how can we place our hopes on strangers?
Such a low probability is like looking for a needle in a haystack. I guess the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

Perhaps, this is his fate.

"I see. Thank you, Dr. Han."

Although Yang Le himself had given up hope, Shen Jiayin still arranged for him to stay in the hospital so that he could receive treatment as soon as possible.

Shen Jiayin patted his shoulder and sat down next to him. There was no way to comfort him, so she could only stay with him silently for a while.

After a long silence, Yang Le suddenly spoke.

"Before I was diagnosed with this disease, I worked in a furniture factory, doing spray painting. I started working there when I was 17. I am 27 now, and I have been working there for a full ten years."

"After I got sick, I kept wondering why I got this disease. Why did I get this disease? I went online to check, and then I found out that long-term contact with paint is very harmful to the body, and in severe cases it can cause leukemia."

"Ignorance... is really terrible! Not only do I deal with paint all day long, but I don't take any protective measures. Sometimes I stir the paint with my hands to improve efficiency, and I have been doing this for ten years. If I don't get sick, who will?"

Shen Jiayin didn't know what to think for a moment, let alone how to comfort him.

Teenagers are still children. It is normal for them not to know how to protect themselves if no one reminds them. But the price is too high.

"I wrote an article about my experience and shared it on various platforms, hoping that more people would read it and pay attention to it so that they would not end up like me."

"Boss Shen, you have much more influence than me. Could you please help me forward this so that more people can know about this?"

How could Shen Jiayin refuse such a request?
"I promise you. Not only will I forward your article, but I will also pay attention to the field of occupational safety and health and do my best to encourage relevant departments, companies and individuals to pay attention to it."

Yang Le nodded heavily, his eyes burning with heat. "That's great."

He had no chance, but at least someone would be saved.

"You should cooperate with Dr. Han's treatment and try to relax as much as possible, although I know it is difficult. As for the source of bone marrow, I will do my best to find it." Among those who sought help from the Love Baton, there were also people with leukemia, so Shen Jiayin had already registered with the bone marrow bank. However, so far, she has not been successfully matched with any patient.

The probability of a successful match between strangers is already low, and there are only a handful of people willing to donate bone marrow, so it is really difficult to get a bone marrow transplant.

"Thank you." Yang Le said in a hoarse voice, tears finally wet his eyes.

The man did not cry easily because he did not reach the sad spot.

He just wanted to live a good life, even if it was hard, but God didn't even agree to this small wish.

When it was late at night and everyone was asleep, he would sometimes feel resentful when thinking about the fact that he had not much time left. He would blame God for being unfair and cruel to him.

When he saw news about people committing suicide, he always wanted to rush over and beat them up, and then scold them harshly: Why can't you cherish your life? Do you know how many people in this world want to live but don't have the chance?
But more often than not, he felt extremely desperate when he thought about how this prosperous and beautiful world would soon have nothing to do with him. He felt so desperate that he couldn't breathe...

Shen Jiayin stayed with him for a long time until he was tired and fell asleep, then she left the hospital and returned to the rescue center.

The staff has contacted the families of these people one by one, but as they expected, the response from them was very cold.

Those who complained to the staff and said they had no other options and that they did not want treatment were all good. Most of them spoke in a bad tone, or even cursed.

One of the girls was named Wang Zhaodi, and her family even told the staff directly: If she has the guts, she can die outside.

"I've never seen anyone so cold-blooded! I almost couldn't hold back my urge to curse."

"No matter what you say to such a cold-hearted person, it will be useless. They will never think they are wrong. If you scold them once, they will say ten back to you."

"We often say that people's hearts are made of flesh, but some people's hearts are made of stone."

When talking about these things, everyone was very angry and depressed.

"Okay, let me tell you something happy and good." Ouyang Hai changed the subject.

Shen Jiayin looked at him unexpectedly. Good news?
"Ding Xiaoman's case was heard in court today. The first instance judge ruled that Ding Xiaoman acted in self-defense and was acquitted in court."

That's a good thing indeed.

"Where's Qi Biao?"

"Illegal conduct, sentenced to one year and eleven months."

Shen Jiayin nodded. Although she felt that the punishment was still too light and the effect of killing the chicken to scare the monkey was greatly reduced, it was still a good start.

The next morning, Shen Jiayin brought everyone who had come yesterday to the Baishen Chinese Medicine Clinic.

Han Baixiu diagnosed them one by one, giving them both good news and bad news.

Every time we see the light in those eyes go out, we feel very uncomfortable, but there is nothing we can do. There are too many unsolved problems in the medical field, and Han Baimu is not omnipotent.

What Wang Zhaodi received was bad news.

As can be seen from her name, her family favors boys over girls, and she is the eldest child. From childhood to adulthood, she has done a lot of heavy and dirty work, and was often beaten and scolded.

In recent years, the family has contracted more than 20 mu of land to plant tangerines, and her burden has become heavier. Moreover, she is responsible for spraying pesticides. Not only for her own tangerines, but also for other people's work. She is busy from morning to night every day, getting up before dawn to work, and not necessarily being able to go to bed at 12 o'clock...

Like Yang Le, she didn't take any protective measures, and sometimes she didn't even wear a mask.

If the fruit trees are high, the spray is directed upwards, and the spray is sprayed on the fruit trees as well as people. Without protective measures, it is better to just eat it, not to mention getting it on the skin or inhaling it.

I don’t know if it was due to excessive fatigue, long-term exposure to pesticides, or both, but by the time she felt the pain, she was already in the late stage of liver cancer.

Han Baixiu was also helpless and could only help relieve her pain as much as possible so that she could live more easily and suffer less in her last days.

"Boss Shen, can I ask you a favor?" Wang Zhaodi looked at Shen Jiayin with her big eyes and suddenly asked in a low voice.

Shen Jiayin responded without hesitation: "You say, as long as I can do it."

"Can you lend me some money? No, I can't pay it back in my lifetime, so it can't be considered a loan."

Wang Zhaodi smiled bitterly, the pain in her heart had become numb.

"Can you give me some money? I want to go to the beach. I haven't seen the sea yet."

"But I've seen it on TV. The sea is endless, so blue, and looks so clean. If..."

It would be nice if I could keep it company forever.

Shen Jiayin could probably guess what she was thinking, but she didn't know how to answer for a moment, because she didn't know whether to respect her decision or persuade her to hold on, maybe there would be a miracle.

(End of this chapter)