Reinventing the Millennium

Fang Zhuo remembered her cousin Zhao Suqi as a very sunny girl, but her life suddenly lost color in her sophomore year of high school.

From then on, dark clouds descended on my uncle's family.

Fang Zhuo was an only child. When he was a child, he occasionally saw other people having younger sisters, and he would clamor to his mother for one.

At that time, my mother would point at Zhao Suqi and say, "Qiqi is your sister."

He has always had a good relationship with his cousin. When he went to college and came to the provincial capital, and his cousin entered high school again, the contact between the two became less and less, but he never thought...

——A bone marrow biopsy has been performed, and the diagnosis is acute myeloid leukemia, M2 type.

——The treatment plan is now to consider induction chemotherapy.

——If the follow-up effect is not good, dressing change or bone marrow transplantation is required.

Fang Zhuo saw his cousin sleeping in the hospital bed through the glass. He did not enter the sterile ward, but immediately began to understand the current treatment progress.

"Mom, where are my uncle and the others? Isn't my dad here?"

Zhao Shumei rolled her eyes at her son who was holding a stack of reports: "They came when you were traveling, and now they have gone back to raise money. Your uncle will come here tomorrow, and your aunt and I will go home. I have to find someone in my unit to help I put the work on top.”

Fang Zhuo corrected: "It's not about traveling, it's about making money. Well, treatment is not a matter of one or two days. Arrange the rotation. The most important thing is the medical expenses. I will think of something in this regard."

He thought for a while and asked, "Does the hospital have an overall cost assessment?"

Zhao Shumei stared at her son for several seconds, and suddenly said with sincerity: "Setting up the stall is not in vain, I have the energy to do things. Oh, whatever you think of, just have the heart."

Fang Zhuo sighed, this was the result of the money not being laundered, and it was difficult to get it even if he wanted to.

He coughed and said, "Mom, I heard that there is an organization like the Red Cross that can look for donations. I was shopping in Yiwu two days ago and met someone from there. When I went back to the dormitory to look for donations, he even gave me his business card. "

Zhao Shumei frowned and said: "You're not a liar, are you? Are you asking people to donate money? Our family is still a little bit weak. We really have to wait until the day when the pot is sold out."

"Then if you want to smash it, hurry up and don't delay the treatment because of the medical expenses!" Fang Zhuo raised his voice, "At this time, if the family has borrowed money, they have to get it back no matter what. Human life is at stake!"

Zhao Shumei was stunned and said after a while: "We are all thinking of a way. Do you think we are not in a hurry?"

"Urgent, we need more urgent money, we need more money." Fang Zhuo said seriously.

Zhao Shumei did not refute her son.

But every family has its own problems, so raising money is not so easy.

After a while, when Fang Zhuo lowered his head and turned over the report, his aunt Xu Ru came back from buying food.

When she saw her nephew Fang Zhuo appearing in the corridor, tears immediately flowed down her face.

This kind of occasion and situation makes her more vulnerable every time she sees her loved ones.

"Auntie, Qi Qi hasn't reached the worst stage yet. Let's try to get her to receive treatment as soon as possible."

"I just read the information written by the hospital that treatment depends on the 5-year survival rate. If there is no recurrence in 5 years, it is considered a 'cure'."

"Leukemia is a serious disease after all. Let's set a small goal first. In 5 years, our whole family will celebrate Qi Qi's birthday together."

Fang Zhuo's comfort was both rational and cruel.

When Zhao Shumei heard her son's words, she patted her sister-in-law on the shoulder and stared.

However, Xu Ru's tears gradually stopped.

"Xiao Zhuo, when Qi Qi fell ill at the beginning, the county doctor suspected that it was leukemia. I thought that she must be cured. Then when I got the diagnosis here, I thought that I would let her live for another ten years."

"Just now, on the way up here, I was thinking, I can spend one more year with her, just one year, and I'll be satisfied."

"Yesterday, the patient in another ward also had leukemia. He left at night. I was in great pain."

Xu Ru burst into tears again.

The psychological expectations of the patient's family members are gradually declining in this way.

Fang Zhuo felt uncomfortable hearing this.

"You eat first, and your aunt and I will go over there to talk. After you finish eating, give me another order." There were tears in Zhao Shumei's eyes, and she pulled her sister-in-law to the seat.

Fang Zhuo pursed his lips and simply put away the two lunch boxes. After saying this, he got off the elevator and went to buy his own meal.

I couldn't see my mother and aunt who were crying, but I could still hear the painful voices of the patient's family members from time to time.

Fang Zhuo sat by the flower bed outside the inpatient department with a box lunch in his hands. He thought for a while whether he could use the name of the Red Cross to pay the medical expenses to his cousin for treatment. In and out.

The hospital is a place of despair, but also a place of hope.

However, sometimes what is handed over is a straw that is difficult to hold on to, and in the end it still makes people sink.

Fang Zhuo finished his dinner reluctantly and returned to the fifth floor.

"Qiqi is awake. Wear a sterile gown and go in and talk to her. Don't talk for too long. She needs to have a good rest."

Zhao Shumei gave this instruction when she saw her son.

Fang Zhuo agreed, put on sterile clothes, and met his cousin Zhao Suqi.

"Brother, what's wrong with your hair?" Zhao Suqi noticed a problem at the first sight.

Fang Zhuo sat gently on the edge, looked at his cousin's haggard face, and said, "If you're in a bad mood, change your hairstyle."

"Then when you see me, do you want to shave your head when you go out?" Zhao Suqi smiled.

Fang Zhuo's mood suddenly became depressed. At this time, he had to untie his Qi Qi. Why did it have to be her?

Zhao Suqi patted his cousin's arm and lowered his voice: "Oh, brother, don't cry and look sad. If something happens to me in the future, remember to stay with my mom and dad for me. Nothing else is a big deal. Life and death, I have already seen through it."

There was light in her eyes.

"Qiqi, I had a dream yesterday." Fang Zhuo took two deep breaths and said slowly, "I dreamed that you were not cured, and that my uncle and aunt were very sad."

Zhao Suqi looked at his cousin's serious expression with light flashing in his eyes.

Fang Zhuo continued: "In the next two years, every time I saw them, they cried."

"My aunt's eyesight is gradually getting worse, and my uncle has become taciturn."

"Later, I dreamed that they sponsored a child in the mountainous area. At that time, they had a smile again. However, the child had a car accident, which hit my uncle and aunt very hard."

"In the dream, I was very busy for a while and didn't have time to visit them, so I would make some money from time to time."

"Later, still later, my wife found out that I was withdrawing money, and we had a big fight. Your sister-in-law was hysterical."

Fang Zhuo turned to look into Zhao Suqi's eyes: "Because it was difficult for us at that time."

"When I woke up from the dream, I was lying on the bed, looking at the ceiling, and I just had an idea, Qiqi, you must be treated well and you must survive."

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, brother has a way."

Zhao Suqi's throat seemed to be dry.

Tears slowly flowed down her face, and she choked with sobs: "Well, brother, I want to live."