Chapter 336 Ah Shu won't survive this winter.

After being rushed to the hospital that day, Shen Qingshu's condition was determined to have deteriorated again.

After a week of arduous treatment and emergency care, his life was barely snatched back from the jaws of death.

However, Shen Qingshu's condition developed in a very atypical way, exceeding everyone's expectations.

Previously, there had been disagreements between practitioners of traditional Chinese medicine and Western medicine.

The oncology experts Qin Yancheng invited suggested chemotherapy.

However, Jin Huaimin and several other TCM directors did not approve of chemotherapy.

The two sides disagreed and could not reach an agreement.

In the end, Shen Qingshu made the decision herself.

She refused chemotherapy and opted for conservative treatment instead.

This was the patient's own choice, and the experts could only respect that choice.

Shen Qingshu moved back into that small medical building.

Jin Huaimin still comes to give Shen Qingshu acupuncture every day.

The small building is filled with the smell of Chinese medicine every day.

Bowl after bowl of traditional Chinese medicine, without interruption.

Half a month later, Shen Qingshu's condition was temporarily suppressed, but she was getting thinner and thinner.

Aside from drinking some plain porridge, she could hardly eat anything else. Even if she managed to eat something, she would vomit it up shortly afterward.

After all that trouble, not only did the person suffer, but their body also became increasingly fragile.

In the end, all we could do was administer intravenous nutrition.

The days spent battling illness seem to fly by.

In the blink of an eye, a month has passed, and winter has arrived in the northern part of the city.

In less than two months, Shen Qingshu lost more than ten kilograms. Her already fair skin now looked almost transparent, and the tiny blood vessels were clearly visible.

During this time, her two children would come to see her every week.

Before each of her two children came over, Shen Qingshu would wrap herself up tightly and put on makeup beforehand to cover up her haggard appearance.

Children are naturally innocent. Although they have questions, adults intentionally keep them in the dark. They only know that their mother is sick, but they don't know that it is a very serious illness.

Xiao Anning keeps asking her mother when she can come home.

Every time she heard her daughter ask this question, Chen Qingshu felt like she had a fishbone stuck in her throat.

Fu Siyan would take his daughter away and distract her with other things.

After a few times, Xiao Anning realized something and stopped asking.

Xiao Nian'an was more mature than Xiao An'ning, or perhaps because he had experienced his father's serious illness, he seemed to know about his mother's serious illness very early on.

He is very sensible. Every time he comes to visit his mother, he only tells her to take her medicine properly and eat more. He will be good and take good care of his younger sister.

Compared to her daughter, Shen Qingshu always felt that she owed her son more.

But now she is physically weak and doesn't know how many more tomorrows she has left.

Afraid of leaving any regrets, she would always stroke her son's head and gently remind him, "Xiao Nian'an, you and your sister are both Daddy and Mommy's most precious children. Our love for you is the same. You and your sister are equal. Do you understand?"

Xiao Nian'an nodded, hugged her mother, and buried her face in her mother's arms. "Mom, I know."

Shen Qingshu hugged him and silently stroked his small back.

…

The bone marrow transplant was delayed, but time never stopped.

At the end of the tenth lunar month, the first snow of the year fell in the northern part of the city.

The yard was covered with a thick layer of snow.

We can build a snowman now.

Fu Siyan was building a snowman with his two children in the yard.

Shen Qingshu sat in a wheelchair, and Qiao Xingjia pushed her to the floor-to-ceiling window.

Her emaciated body was wrapped in a thick blanket, and needles were inserted into the back of her hands where the veins were bulging.

The medicine slowly flowed into her body.

In the courtyard, Fu Siyan's two children were having a great time.

The joyful laughter of children drifted into the house.

Shen Qingshu looked at it with a smile in her eyes.

"Star, please take more photos and videos for me."

Qiao Xingjia felt heavy-hearted, but tried her best to appear calm.

"Okay." She took out her camera and snapped photos from various angles.

In the snow, Fu Siyan squatted in front of the snowman, with his two children standing on either side of him.

The three men, father and sons, looked at Shen Qingshu in unison.

Inside and outside the house, separated by a floor-to-ceiling window, the family of four's gazes met.

Shen Qingshu raised her hand, her fingertips gently touching the glass...

Crack!

This scene was captured precisely by Qiao Xingjia.

As she watched this scene, her nose tingled with emotion.

There is still no good news from the bone marrow registry.

Two days ago, Qin Yancheng said that if they couldn't find a bone marrow donor, Shen Qingshu wouldn't survive the winter...

Tears fell, and Qiao Xingjia turned around and hurriedly wiped them away.

…

In the evening, Bai Jianwen and his wife, along with Wen Jingxi, also arrived. Shen Qingshu wasn't feeling well, so they sat for a while before taking the two children home.

Silence returned to the small building.

Only Fu Siyan and a professional female caregiver remained.

Shen Qingshu has become increasingly sleepy these past few days.

She's been holding on with the baby here today.

Now that the child is gone, she returned to her bedroom, still wearing her makeup, and fell into a deep sleep leaning against the headboard.

Fu Siyan carried the Chinese medicine and walked in through the door.

A small orange lamp was lit by the bedside.

The woman was sleeping soundly, leaning against the headboard.

She was probably in pain, because even when she was asleep, her brows were furrowed.

Fu Siyan placed the Chinese medicine on the table beside him and squatted down by the bed.

He looked at the woman struggling to stay afloat, and a dull ache rose in his heart.

He knew she was very hardworking and strong.

Painkillers could no longer suppress the pain in her body.

She is trying her best to live, and for the sake of her two children, she lives with more strength and courage than anyone else.

But the illness did not let her go.

The doctors held another consultation the day before yesterday and all said the situation was not optimistic.

No one told Shen Qingshu, but Fu Siyan felt that Shen Qingshu probably already knew.

Fu Siyan couldn't bear to wake Shen Qingshu, so he went to the bathroom to get makeup remover and cotton pads...

In a daze, Shen Qingshu felt something cool rubbing back and forth on her face.

She slowly opened her eyes.

When Fu Siyan saw that she was awake, he stopped what he was doing. "I'll help you remove your makeup and wash your face. Drink your Chinese medicine before you go to sleep."

Shen Qing was extremely tired and his mind was hazy. He could hear what she was saying, but he couldn't think clearly. He just mumbled a response and then closed his eyes and fell asleep again.

Fu Siyan's Adam's apple bobbed slightly. Seeing her lifeless state, his hand holding the cotton pad trembled slightly.

That night, he washed Shen Qingshu's face and fed her Chinese medicine.

She was half asleep and half awake when she drank a small bowl of Chinese medicine, which she then vomited up.

The high fever came on suddenly, and after that night, Shen Qingshu fell into a coma.

For three days in a row, she did not open her eyes again.

A group of Chinese and Western medicine experts and directors were at a loss.

Everyone had to accept that Shen Qingshu's life was entering its final countdown, measured in days.

In the small building, doctors come and go every day. Shen Qingshu lies on the bed, her body covered with tubes.

She was sleeping soundly and her vital signs were stable, but perhaps she was too tired, and she showed no signs of waking up for the next week.

On the third day of the eleventh lunar month, Fu Siyan received a phone call and then hurriedly left...