Su Yanxi led two nurses to the monitoring room and checked the patient's whereabouts.
The mother with lung cancer discharged herself from the hospital on her own.
The nurse was surprised and anxious: "She was going to have surgery tomorrow, why did she suddenly leave the hospital without permission? What should we do about her condition? If she doesn't have surgery, she will die within a year!"
"If she died, what would happen to her newborn baby? It would be so pitiful for the child to be born without parents."
Su Yanxi's eyes were calm: "Which doctor's patient is she?"
The nurse replied, "This is Dr. Jiang Jianian's patient. Before Dr. Jiang left work, he said he would perform surgery on this patient tomorrow."
Su Yanxi immediately called Jiang Jianian.
The man on the other side couldn't hide his excitement in his voice: "Doctor Su, it's so late, why are you calling me?"
Su Yanxi: "I have something to tell you about work."
"Oh," the excitement in Jiang Jianian's voice disappeared.
Su Yanxi: "You have a patient named Zhao Yun who was discharged from the hospital without permission."
"What!" Jiang Jianian raised his voice. "Her illness is very serious, but it's not incurable. If she undergoes surgery to remove a lung lobe in time, her life can be saved. If the disease is allowed to develop any further, she will surely die. She will have surgery tomorrow. Why is she running around like this?"
The nurse called Zhao Yun to inquire about the reason. After hanging up, she told Su Yanxi: "The patient is no longer eligible for treatment. She said she has no money for treatment."
Jiang Jianian: "If a patient leaves the hospital without permission and does not return for more than two hours, it is considered as self-discharge. This is her personal reason and has nothing to do with me, the attending physician, or the hospital. Neither I nor the hospital should be held responsible. There are too many people who cannot afford treatment. We are doctors, not Guanyin Bodhisattva. Since she does not want to be treated, let it be."
The nurse sighed heavily: "Oh, this mother is so pitiful, and the newborn baby is also pitiful. The patient is already gone. Everyone has their own destiny. Doctor Su, let's go back."
Medical staff's salary is needed to support themselves and their families. People need money to eat, wear clothes, take the bus, and drink water. If medical staff's salary is all used to help patients, they will not be able to make a living.
This world has its own obscurity and brightness.
Su Yanxi returned to the office with the nurse.
Sitting in front of the computer, Su Yanxi clicked on Zhao Yun's medical information and moved the mouse across one examination report after another. The patient's physical condition formed a clear three-dimensional image in her mind.
Zhao Yun's condition is indeed as Jiang Jianian said, he is in the window period for surgery. If he is treated in time, he can be cured, but if he delays, he will definitely die.
At this moment, in a dark and damp basement, a woman suffering from cancer was sobbing softly while holding a newborn baby.
Even though she was weak and malnourished, as a mother, Zhao Yun still took good care of her child, making him plump and clean. She suppressed her sadness and crying, gently held the child in her arms and coaxed him, and used the little money she had left to buy milk powder for the child.
The phone rang, and a gentle, resilient female voice came over: "Hello, Zhao Yun, I'm Su Yanxi, a thoracic surgeon at Beijing Union Hospital."
Zhao Yun held the child in one hand and wiped his red and swollen eyes with the other: "Doctor, someone from your hospital has called me. I have decided not to treat him."
Su Yanxi: "Beijing Union Hospital and the Sunflower Charity Foundation are collaborating on a project to help families in need. I'm the president of the Sunflower Charity Foundation and can help you apply for the surgery fee."
A beam of warm light shone into Zhao Yun's dark and cold life, and for the rest of her life, this beam of light became the brightest sun in her life.
A night passed, and when it was time to get off work, Su Yanxi handed over various matters to the doctor and walked towards the hospital gate.
When she reached the street in front of the hospital, a cool-looking sports car came rushing towards her like a gust of wind and stopped in front of her.
The car is very beautiful, with lines as smooth as flowing water, a shiny body, and it looks very expensive.
Bugatti Sound of the Night.
Su Yanxi was very familiar with this car and had sat in the passenger seat of it countless times.
The car door opened and a tall and thin man walked out. He had a very handsome face, so handsome that he could catch everyone's attention at a glance.
The slightly parted and shaved hairstyle adds a bit of debauchery. There is a small sesame mole at the end of the right eye. The lips are red and smooth without any makeup. The whole person's temperament is like a red datura flower blooming in the dark night, dangerous, enchanting and charming.
The black suit still gave him a somewhat dissolute and ruffian air.
Su Yanxi heard a passing girl exclaim, "Wow, so handsome! He looks like my dream lover. I really want to keep him as my own and then play with him mercilessly."
When Gu Yanze walked towards Su Yanxi, in just five steps, he met three little girls who asked him for his phone number with blushing faces.
He gave them all, and the number he gave to others was: 110.
Su Yanxi stood aside and looked at Gu Yanze quietly.
The handsome and elegant boy back then has grown into an elegant and graceful gentleman, with black hair, straight eyebrows, and a casual smile at the corners of his lips.
He is 29 years old this year. At such a young age, he founded the largest e-commerce platform in China, Yuexibao.
The transaction volume on Double Eleven alone reached hundreds of millions of yuan.
He has been ranked among the top five of the Forbes China Rich List for three consecutive years and was awarded the honor of being one of the country's top ten outstanding young people.
Su Yanxi always thought that she understood him very well, but now, it was like looking at the moon hanging in the night sky on a rainy day, separated by a layer of misty and distant fog, and it was difficult to see clearly.
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