Their white coats were wrinkled, and their expressions were listless and sleepy; however, their eyes were bright and shining.
"Dean Zhong, Doctor Fu, you didn't go back to sleep all night?"
"It's the last night, we have to keep an eye on it." Dean Zhong said cheerfully, "Comrade Zhong, you're here so early. Have you had breakfast?"
Fu Chenghui looked at her, smiled, and nodded.
Seeing them act like this, she actually felt a little ashamed. She was embarrassed by their serious attitude towards work.
"We came here after having breakfast. I guess you two haven't had breakfast yet?" The address changed.
Dean Zhong shook his head. "Let's eat later. Let's check on the patients first. Once they get through this, we can eat in peace."
Her gaze turned to the patient lying on the hospital bed, his face full of pain, but he remained resolute and didn't cry out a word; Zhong Yuxiu sighed in her heart, thinking that sick people are both unfortunate and lucky, as they have met responsible doctors.
"I'll watch from here. You guys go eat first. After you finish eating, come back and we'll have another consultation."
Fu Chenghui didn't want to leave, but Dean Zhong had already said, "Okay, then I'll trouble Comrade Zhong. We'll go there and come back quickly."
"Don't worry, I will record this truthfully."
Fu Chenghui handed the medical record to her and left with Dean Zhong; Zhong Yuxiu took the medical record and carefully recorded the patient's various conditions.
After Fu Chenghui and Dean Zhong came back from their meal, Lai Heng and the other two went to have breakfast. The group wandered back and forth between the five patients, taking turns to see them, talking about the results of their own pulse diagnosis, and then combining them to make a summary.
"They're in good health, but the medication hasn't fully taken effect yet. The virus has been eliminated from the two patients with mild symptoms, and the virus is almost eliminated from the three patients with severe symptoms. As a precaution, it's best to keep the three seriously ill patients in the hospital for three days of observation, and the moderately ill patients for two days. If there's no relapse, they can be discharged and return to the hospital for a follow-up check every three months."
Zhong Yuxiu gave the conclusion and final plan, saying that the hepatitis B virus is likely to recur and caution must be exercised.
Dean Zhong nodded repeatedly, and only continued after she spoke, "We must observe carefully. The family members still don't know what's going on. I have to go check on them. Comrade Zhong, Doctor Fu, Mr. Lai, Mr. Guan, Mr. Che, I'll trouble you here."
"Dean Zhong is busy."
Dean Zhong said something else and turned to leave. Everyone turned back to the medical records. Lai Heng and the other four were excited. This is medicine that can kill the hepatitis B virus! Although it's not as powerful as the repair fluid, it's the right medicine for the condition!
"Comrade Zhong, you're truly amazing." Guan Yuxing held up the medical record and gave her a thumbs-up. "You've conquered this virus that no one has been able to crack for years."
Che Ziting's eyes were red, "If my wife could hold on for a few more years, we would be living a good life now."
Lai Heng sighed helplessly and patted his shoulder.
"Under the circumstances at that time, it was a great honor for your old sister-in-law to see the light of day."
All three were framed and sent to the countryside for fifteen years, and their spouses didn't survive; some died of illness, some starved to death, and some were killed during struggle sessions. All three lost their spouses, not to mention their children.
Under the circumstances at the time, they even got involved and reported their own parents.
Can we expect such children to be filial?
wishful thinking!
Che Ziting's wife contracted hepatitis B, which turned into liver cancer and she died. It's no wonder Che Ziting is heartbroken. His wife had been with him through thick and thin his entire life, yet in the end, she didn't enjoy happiness, instead dying of illness. Anyone would feel a sense of emptiness and pain. The three of them have such a strong relationship now, largely because they share similar experiences.
This is what it means to appreciate each other.
After Lai Heng and the other two went to the ward opposite, Zhong Yuxiu finally understood the reason after Fu Chenghui explained it to her.
"What about their children? Is there not a single one who is truly filial?"
"As far as I know..." Fu Chenghui shook his head and sighed, "No."
Zhong Yuxiu pondered, "If the children are unfilial, I'm afraid there will be a lot of trouble when the three old gentlemen can't move."
"Who says it isn't?" Fu Chenghui deeply agreed. It was annoying to think about such days.
"While you can still move, the three old gentlemen can find someone to rely on."
"It's not that easy. Even biological children can repay kindness with hatred, let alone adopted children."
Zhong Yuxiu looked at him and felt that he was not very smart; she wanted to use him to convey her message to the three old gentlemen. Fortunately, he had not conveyed it yet, otherwise, a good thing would have turned into a bad thing.
"There's no need to adopt. They have assets. When they get old, they can use their property to find a nursing home." No matter what time or what the world is like, nursing homes are not absolutely reliable. They can still move, make money, and look for a job. Why not find a nursing home where they can spend the rest of their lives?
For example, the sanatoriums that the elderly people in the military go to when they get old, or the nursing homes that are given special care by state agencies; use some connections, spend some money, and everything will be fine in the future.
Although there is no guarantee that it will be absolutely good, it is better than having nothing to rely on, right?
When they are old, they can hire someone to take care of them; but we can only know a person’s face but not his heart, so institutions with relevant policies behind them are obviously more trustworthy.
"Nursing home..." Fu Chenghui pondered.
Zhong Yuxiu continued, "If we find a reliable nursing home, the three elderly gentlemen won't have to worry about their future."
"The three old gentlemen are old, and the country should not ignore them." Fu Chenghui thought it was no big deal.
Zhong Yuxiu: ...blockhead.
The higher-ups will definitely take care of everything, including food, clothing, daily expenses and even retirement pay; that’s all. How the three old gentlemen will ultimately live depends on the choices they make.
have to.
This Doctor Fu probably devotes all his brain to medicine, and lacks a lot in interpersonal relationships.
It must be said that luck definitely played a role in his life to have lived to this age and reached his current position; otherwise, with his emotional intelligence, he would have been crushed to tears.
Looking at his cheerful features again, without a trace of sadness; instead, he had an innocence that didn't belong to his age. She was impressed and even a little envious.
I wonder how many worlds she had to travel through after her death, and how long it took her to experience hardships before she could live a comfortable life; but Comrade Fu Chenghui had already lived such a life so early on. To be able to do so, he must have had someone behind the scenes who took care of everything for him.
Next, the two of them stayed in the same room without speaking; they quietly observed the patient and recorded it in the book.
The two patients were doing well at this moment, their brows were relaxed, and they fell asleep comfortably.
"It's stabilized." Fu Chenghui breathed a sigh of relief. "Comrade Zhong, you're truly amazing. We've almost developed a cure for hepatitis B. The only thing left is a vaccine. I wonder if the family's blood test results are out yet."
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