08:30 in the morning.
The sunlight shines through the window and onto the smooth floor of the hospital, forming patches of light.
Lin Lin appeared in the office of the ward on the second floor on time.
There were already several nurses in the office busy preparing. When they saw Lin Lin come in, they nodded and greeted him.
Lin Lin nodded slightly in response and walked straight to the desk where the latest postoperative examination reports of several patients were placed.
Not long after, Damei also hurried to the office on the second floor. Her hair was a little messy, obviously she came in a hurry.
"Director Lin, I just contacted those two patients. They should be arriving soon. Would it be convenient for you to go to Clinic 10 on the first floor?"
Because they came in a hurry, Damei was breathing heavily while speaking.
Lin Lin put down the documents in his hand, stood up and followed Damei to the outpatient hall on the first floor.
On the way to Clinic 10, Lin Lin asked Damei, "Did these two patients arrive at the same time?"
Damei shook her head and said, "No, the time I agreed to see Patient No. 2 is half an hour later. This way, we have time to see Patient No. 1 in person."
Lin Lin nodded slightly, expressing his approval of this arrangement.
The two of them quickly arrived at Clinic 10. As soon as Lin Lin sat down, Patient No. 1 was brought in by the nurse.
Following Xiaomei was a middle-aged woman with a somewhat haggard face.
At first glance, the years have left many marks on her face. Her skin is slightly sagging, she has heavy dark circles under her eyes, and her eyes are filled with a complex expression of fatigue and expectation.
Her bloated figure made every step she took seem a little difficult, and the weight of her body made her steps slightly unsteady.
After Xiaomei brought people to the ward, she left the clinic and closed the door when she left.
When the door closed, Director Mei suddenly thought of something and followed him out.
Her figure cast a long shadow under the light of the clinic, and Xiaomei's footsteps echoed in the quiet corridor.
"Xiaomei!" Director Mei called softly.
Hearing someone calling her name, Xiaomei stopped and looked back in confusion.
Director Mei gently closed the door, walked quickly to Xiaomei's side, and whispered in her ear, "There's another patient who needs to be seen by Director Lin soon. Please take her to Clinic 11. If we haven't finished here yet, please stay with her there."
"The conditions of these two patients are somewhat special. Try not to let them meet for now..."
Listening to Director Mei's instructions, Xiaomei nodded seriously and turned to walk towards the waiting area.
In the ward, seeing the doctor he was familiar with leave the clinic, Song Rong's back hunched a little more, as if he had lost some support.
She lowered her head, looking at the floor with a somewhat empty look in her eyes. She just kept stroking the canvas bag in her hand. The edges of the bag were a little worn, and it was obvious that it was quite old.
The bag contained the medicine boxes she had taken over the years to seek medical treatment, as well as the latest medical examination report. Every item in it was a witness to her painful experience.
Lin Lin smiled gently and said, "Your name is Song Rong, right? I'm Lin Lin, the director of Ankang Hospital. Please take a seat first. Director Mei will be back soon..."
Her voice was soft, like a warm spring breeze, trying to ease Song Rong's tension.
Lin Lin looked at Song Rong quietly and inconspicuously. From her slightly messy hair to her clothes that seemed a little tight due to her long-term obesity, he had more guesses about her condition in his mind.
Before Lin Lin could finish his words, Director Mei opened the door and walked in.
Song Rong, who was just about to sit down, saw that the person who came in was Director Mei, and immediately raised his butt that was about to touch the bench, and his movements were a little awkward.
She bowed to Damei a little nervously and said, "Director Mei, you contacted me so urgently this time. Is there any progress on my situation?"
There was a glimmer of expectation in her eyes as she looked at Director Mei, mixed with a hint of fear and disappointment, which were the traces left after countless hopes were shattered.
Director Mei quickly walked to Song Rong, gently pressed her shoulders, and asked her to sit down.
"Song Rong, we came to you this time because we did have some new discoveries and treatment ideas for your condition."
"But before that, you need to talk to my dean. Don't be nervous. Our dean, Lin, is an expert in difficult and complicated diseases. Let's have a good chat..."
Director Mei's words were full of encouragement.
Song Rong's lips trembled slightly. She wanted to say something but didn't know where to start. She just held the bag tightly in her hand.
Lin Lin looked at Song Rong and said softly, "Song Rong, I've read some of your medical records and have a basic understanding of you, but I still want to hear your own feelings... Could you start by introducing yourself?"
Song Rong sat there quietly, his lips tightly pursed, as if shrouded in a mist of silence, not saying a word.
Lin Lin and Damei did not break the silence. They just stayed beside her quietly, and the air around them seemed to be frozen.
After a long time, Song Rong seemed to break free from some heavy thoughts. She took a deep breath, and the breath could be heard trembling slightly in the quiet space.
Then, she slowly said, "Dean, my name is Song Rong, and I'm 24 years old."
Her voice was not loud, but it was particularly clear in this silent environment. Every word was like a stone thrown into the calm lake of her heart, causing ripples. It seemed that behind this simple self-introduction, there was an unknown story hidden.
"I used to be a very cheerful person, but over the past year or so, I've been tortured by obesity."
Her voice was a little hoarse, with a barely perceptible hint of crying.
"You know what? I can hardly even buy the right clothes now. When I walk on the street, the strange looks from others are like knives cutting into my heart."
"My life was a nightmare every day. Like I said, I ate very little, really very little, but I kept gaining weight."
"I get so tired after just a little movement now that I often wake up at night feeling suffocated and unable to breathe."
Song Rong said this, tears welling up in his eyes.
Director Mei was also there, comforting him softly.
"Have you ever tried any special weight loss methods or folk remedies?" Lin Lin asked.
Song Rong smiled bitterly: "I have tried, I have tried everything."
"I've tried everything from slimming teas, slimming patches, slimming coffee, and all those weird dietary therapies, but nothing works."
"Those things are not only useless, but they are making my health worse..."
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