Ning Jing even forgot when the ambulance arrived, and she couldn't remember how she and Ning Xiaobao got to the hospital. If it weren't for Dr. Song, she wouldn't even know how to go through the hospitalization procedures.
Ning Jing panicked, and the only thing left in her mind was Ning Xiaobao's pale face lying on the hospital bed, looking as if he was about to die.
"Xiaobao..." Ning Jing covered her mouth, tears falling from her eyes. The hand holding Dr. Song squeezed Dr. Song's wrist until it turned pale, "Is he going to be okay?"
Doctor Song patted Ning Jing on the shoulder and called over a trainee nurse, "You take care of her first, and I'll go join the rescue."
Sitting in the office, Ning Jing felt that her whole body was about to be empty. She took out her mobile phone and pressed the buttons tremblingly. She kept pressing the wrong buttons and deleting them. After a long time, she finally dialed Tang Yunming's number.
Number.
"Sorry, the user you dialed has shut down..."
The cold female voice drained Ning Jing of all her strength. She nervously hugged her shoulders and huddled in the chair that seemed too wide for her, shrinking.
The entire rescue process lasted until the evening. Ning Jing wanted to go to the emergency room several times, but was stopped by the nurses. They constantly reassured and comforted Ning Jing, and helped her buy food and drinks, but Ning Jing said nothing.
This is indifferent.
At this moment, except Ning Xiaobao's voice, nothing could calm Ning Jing.
Ning Jing paced back and forth in the office anxiously. It was not until midnight that Dr. Song returned to the office with a tired look on her face.
"How is it? How is he?"
Dr. Song took off his mask, "This time... it's even more serious."
How could it suddenly become so severe? Ning Jing still hasn't figured out how all of this happened. She just felt that it was all a dream, and maybe everything would be fine after she woke up.
Ning Jing had a wry smile on her face and waved her hand at Dr. Song, "Do doctors like to be alarmist like this? What a joke. My little baby will be fine. I'm going to go through the discharge procedures now."
"Ning Jing!" Dr. Song stopped Ning Jing, "I know you are very nervous now and feel very uncomfortable, but you have to face it. There is no use in trying to escape by deceiving yourself! What's more, Xiaobao needs him most now.
It's not your avoidance and irrational optimism, he needs your help."
"I know!"
"you do not know!"
The two people's voices were getting louder. Ning Jing trembled and was held back by Dr. Song, "His condition this time is more serious than you can imagine."
"Can't imagine? What can you say to me if it's unimaginable? Even if you say it, I can't understand it!"
Dr. Song sighed. She could understand Ning Jing's current madness. She was the same way back then. "I mean... it's so serious that she might die."
Ning Jing shook her head, and the smile on her face became thicker, "Just tell me how much medical expenses you want! Our Ning Xiaobao is fine, not as fragile as you think! I am his mother, and I know his situation best! This
The little bastard was still alive and kicking this morning! I’m going to see him!”
Ning Jing said as if she pushed Dr. Song away, but her hands were like iron pliers, preventing Ning Jing from moving. This move inexplicably angered Ning Jing. She twisted Dr. Song's arm and the two of them twisted together.
Tuan, "Let me go! He can't die!"
"Calm down. The only person he can rely on now is you. What should he do if you become like this? If you are not strong, how can you protect him? If you are so cowardly, what qualifications do you have as a mother?
!”
Although these words were unpleasant to hear, they were like a basin of cold water, making Ning Jing wake up instantly. Her tears were like broken beads, flowing down her cheeks and into her neck, "Then what should I do?
manage?"
"His condition is thalassemia, and there are only two methods, one is to replace bone marrow, and the other is to use umbilical cord blood," Dr. Song said word by word and very seriously to Ning Jing, "There are only two methods.
Only then can Ning Xiaobao's disease be eradicated."
Bone marrow replacement... umbilical cord blood... Ning Jing has heard these words countless times. This is not the first time she has brought Ning Xiaobao to seek medical treatment, nor is it the first time she has heard of this method, but Ning Jing
But he kept pretending not to know.
Because Ning Xiaobao had no relatives other than himself, and his own bone marrow could not match his sixth gene, the only hope of bone marrow replacement was shattered. From then on, Ning Jing pretended not to know about this method.
Now, it is not that Ning Xiaobao has no chance, but in Ning Jing's eyes, it is simply a fantasy if Tang Siqi comes forward to exchange bone marrow for Ning Xiaobao.
Ning Jing, who was holding the teacup in both hands, was shaking like a leaf falling in the wind. On such a sultry night, she felt that her whole body was cold to the bone, and she couldn't help crying.
"Ning Jing, I think you should know what thalassemia is! I know..." Dr. Song's voice quickly became much gentler, and she sighed, "I can feel your difficulties, but you
You must know that Ning Xiaobao's fate is now in your hands, and you are also controlling his life and death. Make your own decision on what to do. Weigh the pros and cons, is his life more important?
Your difficulties are important."
Ning Jing shook her head. What difficulties did she have? Ning Xiaobao had no father at all! Although Tang Siqi was the one who brought Ning Xiaobao into this world, he had never been Ning Xiaobao's father.
Not even a day has passed since he fulfilled the duties that a father should perform. Even if he could abandon his self-esteem and beg Tang Siqi, would a cold-blooded person like him have to pay anything for a son that he didn't even know about?
She didn't even dare to try, she had already dismissed the issue.
"Doctor Song!" Nervous calls rang out in the corridor, accompanied by rapid footsteps. Before the man could reach the door, he shouted in a fuss and pushed open the car door like a whirlwind.
"The patient's condition has worsened again!"
These brief words made both Ning Jing and Dr. Song break out in a cold sweat. They looked at each other in unison. Dr. Song held Ning Jing's hand and said, "I'm going to check on Ning Xiaobao's condition. You should think it through quickly."
,We don’t have much time!”
Doctor Song spoke decisively, leaving Ning Jing no room for negotiation, and rushed out the door with the young nurse.
The white piano-lacquered wooden door slammed heavily against the door frame due to the sudden howling wind, making a loud noise that made Ning Jing take a step back. There was an empty space behind her. There was nothing in this cold ward.
Ning Jing felt warm, and there was nothing she could rely on.
At this moment, it was almost dawn outside the window. Ning Jing completely forgot that she was a bride to be married. She only knew that she was a mother who was about to lose her child.
If it hadn't been for Ning Xiaobao over the years, Ning Jing would have forgotten why she wanted to live in this world! This child who once made Ning Jing happy and made Ning Jing cry bitterly was her only bond in this world. Ning Jing
Jing couldn't imagine what she would do if she lost Ning Xiaobao.
This hateful God has not allowed Ning Jing to breathe until this moment. This young woman has been inseparable from suffering since she was born into this world. She seems to have become the spokesperson of all tragic stories.
All the misfortunes gathered on her, like a dark cloud, pressing on Ning Jing's head, never leaving.
In the past, whenever trouble came, Ning Jing always wanted to laugh. She felt that this God was too childish. She wanted to know what tricks it wanted to play and what it wanted to do to her! Because no matter what kind of difficulties it was,
, never made Ning Jing feel despair. For her, it was just a smile. People like her who had no desire for anything did not care about winning or losing at all, and they were accustomed to God's torture.
But this time the situation was completely different. Ning Jing could not accept the disappearance of Ning Xiaobao. It was like planting a flower herself and cultivating it with painstaking efforts, but just when it was in bud, it was destroyed by wind and frost.
What makes Ning Jing even more painful is that the flower is not just her hobby, but her everything, her pillar, her hope, and even her life!
Sitting in the room, Ning Jing had never felt so cold and helpless. Her whole body was shaking like chaff, and she felt that the whole world had become pitch black.
Exhausted, Ning Jing's eyes closed. Just when she was half asleep and half awake, she suddenly heard footsteps. She squinted and saw a face through the crack of the office door.
In just a short moment, the face turned around and suddenly smiled at Ning Jing. The smile was terrifying, and that face... The black cloak covered half of the face, and the face could not be seen clearly, but he could clearly see the face.
I saw that the lower half of the face was just a dry chin and protruding teeth - it was completely a skeleton!
And the man actually held a sickle in his hand.
Ning Jing suddenly realized that she didn't expect to see the God of Death!
Are you here to pick up Ning Xiaobao? Ning Jing couldn't help but think about the worst, and immediately wanted to stand up.
However, her usually nimble and light body now became stiff and heavy. Ning Jing tried her best but could not stand up, let alone move forward to catch up with the person who was about to take away her son's life!
Ning Jing's mouth grew bigger, but she couldn't make a roaring sound. Her whole body seemed to be stuffed into a comic book. She couldn't move and could only let the god of death walk step by step towards the ward where Ning Xiaobao was...
"don't want!"
A shout broke through her chest. Ning Jing suddenly woke up at this time, and her body regained its intuition. Touching the cold sweat on her forehead, Ning Jing realized that everything just happened was just a dream, and she immediately felt heart palpitations.
Her face was half covered in cold sweat and half covered in tears. Ning Jing wiped her face and felt much more awake.
In other words, my thinking has become more solidified.
Only today did Ning Jing finally understand what Dr. Song meant by weighing the pros and cons, and that self-esteem was far less important than Ning Xiaobao.
Ning Jing took out her phone like a warrior ready to die.