Heart disease heart medicine I leave my heart to him in advance
Wen Zichuan couldn't remember how many times he had been to the hospital recently. First it was Xiao Liang, then Cheng Sizhou, and then Pinot.
He doesn't believe in fate and rarely pays attention to fortune-telling, but the people he cares about most keep getting injured and sick, forcing him to wonder if he has taken away their luck, which is why he went from being an unknown voice actor to a popular star admired by thousands of people.
If that's the case, he would rather not be a top star.
Pinault's face was pale as he lay on the hospital bed with an IV drip. At the same time, "The Long Road" was being performed lively at the National Exhibition and Convention Center.
Cheng Xuecheng didn't have a shift today. When he heard that Pinot's congenital heart disease had recurred, he rushed to the hospital and once again saved her from the brink of life and death.
Zhou Yitang hung his head, crying like a shrunken orange: "Teacher Wen, I'm sorry."
Wen Zichuan sighed, not wanting to blame her: "What's going on? Didn't you guys not go to the comic convention?"
"I called her as you asked," Zhou Yitang said, sobbing. "She was worried that if I got sick, no one would take care of me. She..."
"She's not overly emotional?"
"She got off the car and ran a few steps, just a few steps... I was wrong, I shouldn't have lied to her..."
Patients with congenital heart disease should not be overly emotional or engage in strenuous exercise.
In order to prevent Pinot from meeting Mu Cen, they made up a white lie, but it still did not change the result of Pinot's illness.
Cheng Xuecheng took Wen Zichuan and Cheng Sizhou to the next clinic. He placed his arms flat to hide his fatigue, but his solemn eyes indicated that what he was about to say might not be pleasant.
"Your sister's condition isn't good," he said, already very familiar with Wen Zichuan, omitting the usual doctor-patient formalities. "The last time she was ill, an expert suggested actively considering a heart transplant. Do you remember why I recommended against it for the time being?"
Wen Zichuan tried his best to remain calm. He believed in the doctor, especially since Cheng Xuecheng was Cheng Sizhou's father. The treatment plan he gave to his sister must be the best solution after comprehensively considering all the circumstances.
"You said a heart transplant is very risky. Pinault has had surgery before. If she undergoes another transplant, the subsequent long-term medication will have a significant impact on her liver and kidneys. Furthermore, her life expectancy is only ten to fifteen years."
"That's right. At the time, the situation was that even without a transplant, conservative medical treatment could still allow for a lifespan of over ten years, and the quality of life would be higher than after a transplant."
"So...what now?"
"Now, it has to be done."
The last time Wen Zichuan saw Pinot was on New Year's Eve, when the four of them happily made dumplings and had a New Year's Eve dinner.
Inadvertently, he quietly paid attention to Pinault's mood. She looked very happy and was not immersed in the grievance and sadness of her script being plagiarized.
But this kind of thing is hard to say, just like Cheng Sizhou used to love to joke around carelessly, but he was always depressed inside.
Wen Zichuan asked Dr. Cheng about heart transplantation. Dr. Cheng said that heart transplantation is the terminal treatment for heart disease, but in big cities like Dengyuan, there are far more patients waiting for transplantation than people donating their hearts.
Last month, the hospital performed three heart transplant operations in a row. This was the result of the city's combined efforts, with donated hearts transferred from the Second and Third Hospitals. Considering the matching issue, Pinot may have to wait, and it is not known how long he will have to wait.
Wen Zichuan was disheartened after hearing this: "Heart matching...is there any way to speed up the process?"
Cheng Xuecheng sympathized with him, but he was used to suppressing his emotions at work. "We can apply to medical institutions nationwide on behalf of the hospital. But a heart transplant is a big deal. Does your sister have any other relatives? I suggest you discuss it. Even if the operation is successful, she won't be able to live on her own anymore, and her life expectancy...is less than ten years."
Wen Zichuan understood that Dr. Cheng was considering him and Cheng Sizhou.
Doctors are used to seeing birth, old age, sickness and death. They might discuss treatment plans and surgical risks with ordinary patients, but Pinot has no parents and can only rely on his brother. Cheng Sizhou has to take over where his brother cannot take care of the child.
Wen Zichuan had no doubt that if he asked Cheng Sizhou to take care of Pinot with him, Cheng Sizhou would not only not refuse, but would also take the initiative to share more of the burden with him.
But he can't be so selfish, nor can he test human nature like this.
If Pinot just has a minor illness and he is too busy to take care of him, then of course he can ask Cheng Sizhou to help take care of him for a few days.
But in the next ten years, they had to take care of a sister who could die of illness at any time. He could not and dared not predict the various problems that would arise from this.
Listening to their conversation, Cheng Sizhou's heart was beating like beads.
Whenever he thought of Zichuan's heartbroken look when Lin Hanzhen passed away, his heart ached. If Pinot passed away again, Zichuan would really have no relatives.
"I'm going to the bathroom." Cheng Sizhou left on the pretext of something, but actually hid in the corner and called Wen Duo.
"Have you made up your mind? Which day do you want to buy your flight tickets?" Wen Duo had no idea what was going on and was in the same good mood as always.
"Mr. Wen, if I remember correctly, Sinodang is not only the world's largest cultural relic trading center, but also the largest organ trading center."
"what are you up to?"
"Zichuan's... a friend has congenital heart disease. He has to wait for a heart donation in China for a transplant. I'd like to ask if Sinodang has any channels to do a direct transaction?"
"What do you mean? You want to take care of Zichuan's affairs, and you want to take care of his friends too?"
Cheng Sizhou took a deep breath. This was a matter of life and death. Even if Zichuan scolded him afterwards, he had to say, "What if I say it's Zichuan's sister, what about your biological daughter?"
"My daughter?" Wen Duo was stunned for a moment, then smiled again, "Don't joke, my daughter is taking dance lessons, I personally sent her there."
"She is your and Lin Hanzhen's second child, born in the winter of 1995. She was adopted from an orphanage and grew up in Sinodang. You've seen her, haven't you?"
Wen Duo couldn't believe it. He and Lin Hanzhen were not destined to be together. One of their children refused to acknowledge him, so how could they have a second child?
But he did have an impression of a girl next to Wen Zichuan. The girl was gentle and quiet, weak and fragile, but with a firm look in her eyes, just like Lin Hanzhen back then.
"The heart is different from other organs. You won't die if you lose a kidney, but you definitely won't live without a heart." Wen Duo pretended to be calm and avoided the topic of his daughter. "I can't help you."
Hearing the other party's evasiveness, Cheng Sizhou questioned, "You gave birth to a child but didn't raise her. That's already very irresponsible. Now she's dying, are you still going to watch her die without helping her?"
"Is she my daughter? Wen Zichuan doesn't even acknowledge her, and I'm his father, so why should I acknowledge another daughter?"
"How about this, I'll go to Sinodang and get my heart to match your daughter's."
"...What do you want to do?! Are you crazy?! Even if the source is shady, the person is dead and then traded. You are a living person, why are you matching?!"
"You can turn a living person into a dead person, or disguise a dead person as a living person. Isn't it all up to you to think about it?"
Wen Duo curled up the corners of his lips and smiled coldly. Cheng Sizhou was indeed Jiang Yunli's apprentice. He was bound by a pathetic and ridiculous sense of morality and even minded that he had used some personal means against a villain like Destin.
"We've communicated quite a bit, and I never knew you were such a radical person." His tone was relaxed, as rhythmic as reciting a verse. "I'll make the decision. I'll dig out your heart and transplant it to Zichuan's sister. Can we imagine what Zichuan will do when he finds out? He'll go crazy, kill us all, and then commit suicide!"
"Are you scared?"
"Just because we're not close doesn't mean we're enemies."
"But that's how our generation of kids is. When they can't do anything with their parents, they'll harm themselves. If I make myself half-human, half-ghost, my parents will feel guilty. Once I end my life, they'll regret it. I can't bear to let Zichuan do this, but I can do it for him, unless you give in first."
Wen Duo fell silent. He was indeed afraid of such people.
Most of the people he met at Sinodang were like Zhang Hongliang and Destin, with greed clearly written on their faces. He could make deals with them by offering enough benefits.
But Cheng Sizhou is different from them. He always obsessively pursues the perfection of fairy tales, wanting a loving father and filial son, harmonious husband and wife, the triumph of justice, punishment of evil and promotion of good, obedience to laws, and the joy of helping others. These concepts, whether in Dengyuan or in Sainodang, only exist in textbooks. Once people have seen the ugliness of human nature, no one will regard them as the guiding principles anymore.
"I'll help you contact them, but it's best to do the matching here, okay?" Wen Duo finally gave in.
"I'll discuss with Zichuan and we'll go to Sinodang as soon as possible." Cheng Sizhou said, then thought for a moment and added, "If your daughter and I are a match, then there's a high probability that Zichuan and I will be a match as well. Although Zichuan didn't inherit the Lin family's short-lived gene, if he ever needs it, I'll leave my heart to him in advance."
"The Lin family has a short lifespan?" Wen Duo recalled that the elders on Zichuan's grandfather's side did not live long. "Then you should thank me. It's thanks to him being my son that we can live together forever."
Cheng Sizhou smiled calmly. If Zichuan were here, he would definitely call his own father "shameless".
What Wen Duo calls "black ways" means that the organs may not be donated by the deceased, and there is a human life behind them, but the buyer cannot ask how the person died.
In order to prevent Wen Zichuan from having a psychological burden, Cheng Sizhou concealed a little. He said that Wen Duo had been running Sinodang for 20 years and might have some other ways. Instead of waiting here, it would be better to go to Sinodang to see the situation.
This time, a family member was really sick, so Wen Zichuan put all his work aside and stayed with Pinot wholeheartedly.
Only after her condition stabilized was going to Sinodan put on the agenda.
"Brother, Brother Cheng," Pinot spoke softly, having been lying down for several days. "You... one on each side, like door gods."
"It's great to be like a door god," Cheng Sizhou tucked the corner of the quilt for her, "to keep you safe."
Pinault turned her eyes and looked around the ward. It was not the same ward every time she stayed in, but it always looked equally deserted and boring.
"I miss my dad. I want to go home."
"Go back... to Sinodang?" Wen Zichuan knew that she liked China very much. They were just worrying about how to convince her to take her back to Sinodang, but they didn't expect that she would take the initiative to bring it up.
"I had a long dream. I dreamed that Dad Qin picked me up from school. We walked home arm in arm. When we got to the door, Dad Song was standing there with his cane, smiling and saying in a distant voice, 'Nannan is back'... It didn't seem like anything special, but I just missed them so much."
Such beautiful childhood scenes will really remain in people's memories for a long time. Pinault dared to return to Dengyuan alone, and it was these memories that gave her enough courage.
"When I was a kid, Father Song hadn't even left to work at Sinopawnshop yet, and Father Qin was always homesick. He loved collecting stamps and postcards. The scenery printed on them was so beautiful, including the Great Wall, Lushan Waterfall, West Lake, Sun Moon Lake... and even the gardens of Fengbo. Once he picked them up, he couldn't put them down..."
"Dad Qin misses home and wants to go back to Dengyuan. I thought Dengyuan was the home he longed for... But now that I'm in Dengyuan, I miss Sainodang very much and feel that Sainodang is home. Brother, don't you think it's strange?"
Pinot talked on and on, and Wen Zichuan and Cheng Sizhou listened attentively.
What's so strange about her thinking? The city isn't important, the house isn't important, home is where the people you care about are.
"When you feel better, we will accompany you back to Sinodang, okay?" Wen Zichuan lowered his voice and coaxed her gently.
"Really?" Pinot's eyes lit up. "Brother Cheng is coming too?"
Cheng Sizhou nodded: "Your brother takes care of you, and I take care of your brother."
Pinot blinked and smiled: "Okay, I'll take you to see Qin Dad's collection. You will definitely like it."
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