After finishing his meal, Song Yan went to see Shuanzhu and Damei first.
The holiday is 20 days long, and it doesn't start until tomorrow. I don't need to go to the knitting group today.
The hospital couldn't diagnose the illness, and Old Han couldn't cure it either. Song Yan knew it must be a rare or difficult-to-treat case. But when she saw the two children, she gasped. The two children looked like dehydrated vegetables. Not only were their faces sallow, but they were also skin and bones.
Sister-in-law Cheng's mental state was also very poor. Being pregnant with twins was already difficult for her, and with the two children in this state, she was filled with anxiety and fear.
"These two children haven't been the same since they fell into the water. We took them to the commune, and they said they were traumatized, so we gave them some medicine to calm them down. Later, we noticed they were eating less and less, but we didn't think much of it. Recently, it's gotten worse; they're eating less in one day than they used to. We went to the hospital, but they couldn't find anything wrong. They said maybe they had worms, and we gave them deworming medicine, but it didn't help. We even had Old Han examine them, but he couldn't find anything seriously wrong either. Sister, now that you're back, you really have to take a good look at these two children."
How could this be? The two children are in the same state as late-stage cancer patients, suffering from cachexia. Song Yan carefully examined their pulses and tongues, but to be honest, she couldn't see anything wrong. It was just a matter of spleen and stomach disharmony. But how could children's spleen and stomach disharmony look like this? And both children are sick at once.
Song Yan couldn't speak under the expectant gazes of the Cheng family. "My medical skills were taught by Old Han. I'll discuss it with him tonight."
"Sister, tell me the truth. Are you done with it? This child's illness can't be cured." As Sister Cheng spoke, tears streamed down her face.
“You’re pregnant. Even if you don’t think about yourself, you have to think about the baby in your belly. Your priority now is to protect the pregnancy. Come, sit down, let me take a look at you.” Song Yan avoided the topic of the two children, which made the Cheng family feel a chill in their hearts.
Song Yan took Cheng's pulse, and her heart was truly clenched with worry. Cheng's body had reached its limit. If she couldn't calm herself down, she definitely wouldn't be able to save these two babies. Given Cheng's age and physical condition, if she miscarried, let alone having children in the future, her life would be in grave danger.
Unless I go to the hospital now for an abortion to remove the babies in advance... but that's simply impossible. If those two babies can't be saved, and I have to abort them, wouldn't that be a matter of life and death?
Song Yan used to take on jobs outside the hospital, mostly treating geriatric diseases and providing post-chemotherapy care for late-stage cancer patients, all in an effort to alleviate their suffering as much as possible.
Song Yan had seen many such desperate situations, but none compared to the current one. It could be five lives at stake; what family could bear such a heavy burden of loss?
“Sister-in-law Cheng, if you want me to take good care of the two children, first of all, you shouldn’t make me worry about you or distract me. You’re already too anxious. I have to worry about you and the children. Is it not good for me to do two things at once?” Song Yan is now not only a doctor but also their friend. She used this identity to reassure Sister-in-law Cheng.
“That’s right, look how right the girl is. She didn’t eat a single bite of food this morning. Hurry up, I made you some fish soup.” Second Sister Cheng brought over a bowl of fish soup and handed it to her sister-in-law.
"Yes, sister is right. I'm fine. Let sister not be distracted and focus on treating Shuanzhu and Damei." Sister-in-law Cheng clearly forced herself to drink the fish soup.
Old Han has already prescribed the best prescription for Cheng's wife to prevent miscarriage, so Song Yan doesn't need to do anything else.
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