"Hello, Miss Lian Nan." Her husband, who was supporting Fang Fang, also greeted her. "Hello, is there anything I can help you with?" Zhu Jin simply bowed his head as a greeting. Thinking of the prison guard's words, he immediately looked at her face and asked, "Are you feeling unwell?"
The eyes are blue and the face is gray, but there are no physical symptoms of weakness after miscarriage. The problem must be the fetus in the belly.
"Yes, Miss Lian Nan, my name is Fang Fang, this is my husband Lin Zeran, our child..." Fang Fang saw Zhu Jin asking about her health as soon as she saw her. She habitually protected her belly with both hands and wanted to talk about the situation. Before she could say anything, she suddenly choked up under Zhu Jin's gentle and tolerant gaze. She had never collapsed emotionally before, and she had always been strong and powerful, but at this moment, all her fear, despair, and grievances burst out in tears.
She didn't cry loudly, but just covered her mouth and sobbed. The sobbing sound and the tears dripping down her face made people feel heartbroken.
Lin Zeran's eyes had already turned red. He hugged her and gently comforted her, but he could not utter a single sentence. His weak and stiff hands revealed the helplessness and powerlessness of this man.
He hated that he was the one who had to endure all this, and would rather have all the pain his wife suffered befallen on him...
Zhu Jin looked at them, wondering what they were talking about. He sighed slightly in his heart but did not try to persuade them. It would be better to cry now, as holding it in would only lead to bad consequences.
Fang Fang cried for several minutes. When she calmed down from the hiccups, she felt extremely embarrassed. She was afraid that Zhu Jin would be impatient, so she raised her head and saw that Zhu Jin's eyes were still gentle and tolerant, and even had a bit of kindness that didn't go against her flawless young face. Fang Fang stared at him blankly. Although she hadn't spoken yet and hadn't gotten an answer yet, her anxiety suddenly subsided.
She felt that the person on the other side understood them.
"It's okay to cry, and don't be in a hurry to talk. Take a break, drink some water and have a good rest." Zhu Jin saw that they were all looking at her, smiled and comforted her.
"I'm sorry to have embarrassed you." Lin Zeran took out some warm water from the bag he carried with him and gave it to reporter Fang to drink. Seeing that she had rested well, he took out the information from the previous hospital check-up and asked his wife to sit aside and rest while he went to talk to Zhu Jin about the situation. "Ms. Lian Nan, you are right. We came to you because of the child."
"Well, you say." Zhu Jin nodded. A doctor is like a loving parent. Unless she cannot cure the patient or there are special circumstances, she has never thought of rejecting the patient.
"Since you diagnosed her pregnancy in court that day, we went to the hospital for treatment. After a few days of recuperation, her condition had stabilized and the doctor said she could be discharged. We were supposed to be discharged yesterday, but she started to have abdominal pain and bleeding as soon as she left the hospital. Later, the doctor said there were still signs of miscarriage. Although the baby was saved yesterday, the doctor said Fangfang's endometrium was too thin, making it difficult to maintain the fetus, and she could miscarry at any time."
"And... the doctor said that the thin endometrium cannot be cured during pregnancy. Even if the fetus is kept, the uterus may not be able to withstand the pressure and rupture when the fetus grows bigger. We have to choose abortion..." Lin Zeran spoke briefly, but he seemed to have used up all his strength in this brief introduction.
"This is the film taken at the hospital. Let me show it to you. Do you have any solution?" Lin Zeran put the film against the glass for Zhu Jin to see. The film was taken in proportion to the actual size of a human being, with side, front and cross-sectional views.
Zhu Jin was shocked when he took one look, and after looking twice, he couldn't take his eyes away. He could not help but stand up and look carefully. He looked carefully bit by bit, his heart pounding, as if he was back to the time when he went to secretly learn other doctors' medical skills.
After watching for nearly ten minutes, just when Fang Fang and her husband began to feel uneasy, Zhu Jin finally made up his mind to move his eyes away from the film and look at Fang Fang.
"Miss Lian Nan..." Fang Fang looked at her anxiously but hopefully with her red and swollen eyes.
"The doctor at the hospital said there is no way?" Zhu Jin pondered for a moment and couldn't help asking. He actually directly suggested abortion. She really couldn't understand this. The medical skills in this world have developed to the point where she was amazed and admired it. It was like the film in front of her that could clearly see the internal structure and condition of the abdomen by cutting open the belly. She always felt that although it was a bit strange, the medical skills of this era should be more powerful than she expected. Unexpectedly, with such a film, with such means and medical skills that amazed her, they said they couldn't treat Fang Fang's illness.
This is really strange.
"Yes, there is no way." The couple said in unison, looked at each other and asked at the same time, "Do you have any solution?"
After asking, the hands that were clasped together with their fingers involuntarily exerted force and they subconsciously held their breathing.
"I can't say there is a way." Zhu Jin shook his head and answered honestly. Before they could change color, he quickly added, "Although I can't confirm your condition without taking your pulse, but after listening to what you said and looking at your films, I can try to treat you."
"Is it possible? Is it possible?" Fang Fang couldn't help shedding tears again. "So is there still hope for my child?"
"Yes, although I can't guarantee that I can cure your disease and that the baby will be born, but I will try to treat it. I can't say it will succeed, but there is a 50% chance." Zhu Jin's answer was as unhesitating as when she agreed to their request. Fang Fang had encountered many situations and diseases like this in her previous life.
At that time, women obeyed their fathers at home, their husbands after marriage, and their sons after their husbands died. Their status was extremely low, and the purpose of their existence was to get pregnant and have children. If they were good at raising children, it was normal to have more than a dozen children in their lifetime. They would have children from their teens until they could no longer have children. There was no such thing as too many children. Under such conditions, no matter what status a woman held, there would always be women who got pregnant soon after giving birth or having a miscarriage.
Unless the woman is in very good physical condition, the condition of most women at that time was similar to Fang Fang in front of us. Doctors at that time were accustomed to such conditions and diseases, and everyone would prescribe medicine to treat it. It was nothing more than to protect the fetus and regulate the uterus. Whether it was effective or not was another matter.
Over decades, centuries, and millennia, although we cannot cure diseases such as ectopic pregnancy and dystocia, we have a lot of experience in treating diseases such as thin endometrium. Under normal circumstances, seven or eight out of ten women can give birth safely. Fang Fang's condition does not seem too serious. If she cooperates with the treatment, she should be able to be cured. She said this with some reservations, firstly because she is cautious, and secondly because she does not have the conditions to be formally treated yet.
There was nothing, whether it was medicinal herbs or supporting tools such as acupuncture.
"Wow... half, actually half..." Zhu Jin said it with some reservation, but to Fang Fang and his wife it sounded like the sound of nature, and the couple almost cried for joy.
Men don't shed tears easily, but they do cry when they are heartbroken. The grief in Lin Zeran's heart was no less than that of his wife, but because he didn't want to make his wife feel worse, he had been suppressing it. At this moment, he suddenly heard that there was still hope, and he couldn't help but shed hot tears.
"I will do my best." This was all Zhu Jin could say. Then she remembered a problem. She was in prison and didn't know whether she could see a doctor.