Chapter 133 The donor's name is not long
Xie Chen was acting strangely that day. After asking the question, he went into the room without looking back. Mu Yan was a little worried that he was in his sensitive period, so she knocked on the door and asked him if he wanted her to help buy inhibitors.
After a while, Xie Chen came out to open the door for him.
When the door opened, Xie Chen's breathing had calmed down. He had probably finished his injection of suppressants. Mu Yan saw two empty syringes on the bedside table, but he still hadn't removed the bite suppressant.
"Why give two injections at once..." Mu Yan frowned. Inhibitors are drugs, and too much dosage is definitely not good.
Xie Chen was slightly taken aback when he heard the question, and unusually, he couldn't answer it right away.
"It's been a while since I've had any inhibitors..." he replied after a while. "I can't quite remember if it was one or two injections at a time."
In Mu Yan's memory, inhibitors are usually administered in one injection, but he was only a beta and didn't know much about them.
He tilted his head slightly and reached out to touch Xie Chen's forehead, wanting to see if he had a fever.
He recalled that some inferior inhibitors would be administered at higher doses to ensure their effectiveness. Although such inhibitors had an immediate effect, they could easily cause fever.
Xie Chen subconsciously took a step back, his deep gray eyes trembling almost imperceptibly.
"It's okay, I'm healthy and won't get sick. Do you want to keep playing that game? I'll play with you."
........
Mu Yan certainly couldn't let Xie Chen, who was in his vulnerable period, play games with him.
He nestled on the sofa, with a soap opera playing in the background, organizing the photos and videos he had taken of Yao Yao over the past few days.
Just as Xie Chen and He Qingyun said, Yao Yao is indeed getting prettier and prettier; at least her face is no longer wrinkled.
Mu Yan didn't like taking photos before, but after having Tangyuan, he seemed to have inexplicably come to like it.
Tangyuan seems to grow a little bit every day. If I don't take lots of pictures of him, I'll miss many of his different stages.
After Yao Yao was born, he took many photos and videos of her.
Mu Yan doesn't follow any rules when taking photos. Because she likes to shoot videos and take continuous shots, she often ends up with many duplicate photos, which she has to sort out every now and then.
When Xie Chen woke up the next day, his complexion was almost back to normal. Mu Yan hadn't finished organizing the photos on his phone yet, so Xie Chen assumed that his phone's memory was insufficient and asked if he wanted to get him a new phone.
"This phone is the one you bought for me before. It has enough storage, and there aren't any phones with larger storage anymore. Plus, organizing photos is like looking at them all over again. I really enjoy organizing photos."
Xie Chen smiled, sat down next to him, and watched him continue organizing the photos.
The photos almost never feature Mu Yan herself; they mostly show Tangyuan and Yaoyao, with Xie Chen's hand and body occasionally appearing in the frame.
As Mu Yan scrolled forward, he came across a blurry medical report. Before Mu Yan could explain, Xie Chen, who was standing next to him, misunderstood something and snatched the phone away without any politeness.
"...It's not mine," Mu Yan said, showing no sign of being offended or having her privacy violated. Instead, she explained as if she had really done something wrong, "It was the day I took Lu Chong to the hospital. I took a picture of his medical report and translated it. I might have accidentally clicked the translation software to save it."
With traces of the translation software interface still visible at the corners, Xie Chen breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the name on the medical record was not Mu Yan.
Xie Chen returned the phone to Mu Yan. Mu Yan originally wanted to delete the swiped text, but looking at the unfamiliar medical terms on the screen, he hesitated for some reason.
The examination revealed a stress ulcer, an ulcer formed due to ischemia of the gastric mucosa and erosion by gastric acid.
Stress ulcer... gastric mucosal ischemia...
Mu Yan was in a daze at the time, only thinking that it was good that it wasn't cancer. Lu Chong had had stomach bleeding before, so he naturally assumed that it must have been stomach bleeding.
But are gastric mucosal ischemia and gastric bleeding really the same thing?
Mu Yan was still a little worried, so he picked up his phone and searched for information about gastric mucosal ischemia.
Baidu says that gastric mucosal ischemia is usually caused by severe trauma such as whole-body burns or major surgery, and is completely different from gastric bleeding.
Why would Lu Chong suffer from severe trauma or major surgical trauma...?
Xie Chen was probably feeling a bit guilty, so he didn't look at his phone anymore. When he saw that Mu Yan seemed a little stunned, he immediately asked him what had happened.
Mu Yan showed him her phone screen. Xie Chen frowned slightly and told Mu Yan not to believe what was online, but to send him the report so he could ask a doctor he knew.
Xie Chen's doctor friend replied quickly: "In this situation described in the report, it's usually because a major surgery was performed."
"...What kind of surgery will it be?" Xie Chen asked, typing for Mu Yan when he saw Mu Yan looking a little stunned.
"Major surgeries such as cardiovascular surgery, neurosurgery, and organ transplantation are all possible."
Upon seeing the words "organ transplant," Mu Yan's face turned deathly pale.
"You suspect it is..." Xie Chen was also stunned for a moment, and reached out to grasp his cold fingers. "Don't rush. Which hospital did your mother receive a liver transplant at? I'll help you find out. It's hard to find out who the donor is, but if it really was Lu Chong who donated the liver cells, there would definitely be his hospitalization records from those days."
Mu Yan had deleted her chat history with Lu Chong once, so not much was left. She scrolled up a bit and found herself on the day Mu Juanhua was hospitalized.
"Yan Yan, the donor and I have arrived in City A, and everything is ready here."
"I'll be away for the surgery tomorrow. This is my assistant's phone number. If anything happens and you need help, you can contact him anytime. Don't worry too much, Auntie's surgery will go smoothly."
Mu Yan pressed the call button, wanting to ask for clarification in person.
Lu Chong had promised him that he would never lie to him again.
My heart was beating so fast it felt like it was going to burst out of my chest.
However, after the call connected and rang only once, Mu Yan quickly hung up.
He bit his lip, as if he had suddenly remembered something, and quickly began searching through the previous documents.
Among the documents Lu Chong sent him was a donor informed consent form. To protect the donor's privacy, the parts involving the donor's privacy were blurred out, but the signature was large and the blur was not thick, so the general outline could still be seen.
Mu Yan trembled as he opened the PDF, zoomed in, and zoomed in again.
Underneath the thick mosaic, you can see that the donor's name is not long; the leftmost vertical stroke and the slanted short horizontal stroke are actually partially visible.
It looks like a radical for wood or an ear radical.
Many surnames have the radical for wood or the radical for ear on the left, such as Lin, Yang, Chen, and Ruan.
And... Lu.
The phone rang, and the incoming call screen overlaid the file that Mu Yan had opened.
It was Lu Chong, who had missed Mu Yan's call, who called back.
The phone's built-in ringtone was sharp and piercing, and Mu Yan answered the call.
“Yan Yan,” Lu Chong smiled, his tone filled with undisguised joy, “Why did you suddenly call me?”
"Where are you?" Mu Yan felt his throat tighten. Lu Chong had no credibility with him anymore, and he had to ask Lu Chong this question in person.
"I'm here..." Lu Chong was about to answer when he seemed to remember something, and his tone became a little nervous, "What's wrong? What happened? Do you need me to come over?"
"Are you in Country A?" Mu Yan asked.
"Yes, do you need me to come over? Where are you...?"
"Are you home, Lu Chong? I'll come find you. Where are you?"
There was a noticeable pause on Lu Chong's end. When he spoke again, he asked where Mu Yan was, saying that he could come and find Mu Yan.
"Where are you?" Mu Yan repeated the question again, one word at a time, with a hint of firmness.
"........I'm in the hospital."
Just as Mu Yan was about to leave, Xie Chen also found out the results.
The hospital has confidentiality restrictions on records of patients like Lu Chong, and these records are at a very high level, so he won't be able to access them in a short time.
"Are you going to ask him in person?" Xie Chen asked. "Should I have Uncle Wu take you?"
Mu Yan shook his head and said it was no trouble for Uncle Wu; he could just take a taxi himself.
“Yan Yan, whether it was his donation or not, no one forced him to do this,” Xie Chen said slowly. “I think you two can have a good talk first.”
Mu Yan understood Xie Chen's meaning, but if the donor of his mother's liver transplant was indeed Lu Chong, he simply couldn't put that aside and talk about his feelings for Lu Chong.
Just like how Mu Yan wouldn't have decided to break up with Lu Chong back then if it weren't for caring about her family.
Mu Yan was at a loss. On the way to the hospital, he tried to calm himself down and think about what he should say to Lu Chong if it really was Lu Chong who donated liver cells to his mother.
When Mu Yan was a child, he read a novel in the school library. It was about a person who was both a benefactor and an enemy to an elephant. The elephant charged at the person to get revenge, broke off its tusks, and held a grand funeral for the person.
But how can a person's love and hate be so clearly distinct?
He should have said thank you first... No matter what, he owed Lu Chong a thank you.
When Mu Yan found Lu Chong, Lu Chong was standing in the hospital lobby, closest to the door, waiting for him. He was wearing a simple gray shirt and his expression was normal, making it impossible to tell why he had come to the hospital.
Even so, Mu Yan could tell that his expression was not good.
What is Lu Chong here for? Is he here for a follow-up check-up? Has his health deteriorated because of the donation surgery? He used to not need to come to the hospital so frequently.
Upon seeing him, Mu Yan instinctively quickened his pace.
Lu Chong saw Mu Yan walking towards him from a distance, and after their eyes met, he gradually started jogging.
He was momentarily dazed, as if he remembered many, many times before, when he picked Mu Yan up from class, when he picked Mu Yan up from get off work, when he picked Mu Yan up from dinner with friends, Mu Yan would always walk towards him in a bit of a hurry, and when he saw him, he would start to jog.
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