After returning to the hospital and completing the hospitalization procedures, Chen Zimo's hair was shaved.
I communicated well with the attending doctor, paid the money, and finally started the formal treatment.
Because I still have some money on hand, and in order to get better results, most of the drugs I use are imported drugs from abroad!
According to what the doctor said, Chen Zimo could live for up to three months to half a year.
But after half a year of treatment, his condition stabilized.
But the attending doctor made it clear, "Although the condition is stable, it is best to undergo a bone marrow transplant!"
Bai Xiaofei went for it first, but it was not suitable. In fact, the hospital has been helping to match him, but he has never been able to find a match.
The attending doctor also made it clear without even asking once.
"Do you really have no relatives? If you are not directly related, you can also try to match!"
The cost of treatment for half a year is also very high. Even if some medicines are covered by medical insurance, most of the medicines that can effectively stabilize Chen Zimo's condition are imported and cost money like water. The daily cost is between one thousand and three thousand.
wait!
In order to continue to have enough money for treatment, Bai Xiaofei returned to work. This time he not only sold breakfast, but also ran a late-night snack stall. He earned an average of about 800 yuan a day, so he could make up for it.
Work at night and take care of Chen Zimo during the day——...
In half a year, her entire face turned yellow, she lost a lot of weight, and her hair kept falling out due to staying up late.
In the past six months, Chen Zimo had repeatedly mentioned to her that he had died and wanted to go home, but she did not agree.
Go home? Wait to die?
You were the one who tried your best to keep me alive in the first place. This time, I will also try my best to save you...
Half a year later, the first stage of chemotherapy for Chen Zimo’s condition has ended.
His weight has also dropped to 110, and he is 1.85 meters tall. He is as thin as a bamboo pole. He still occasionally suffers from bone marrow cramps and other complications. His liver and lymph nodes are swollen to varying degrees.
, even the pills have one side...
Recurrent fever, severe gum bleeding, etc...
These physical tortures made him miserable, but he could endure them.
What tortured him the most was his spirit. Chen Zimo couldn't bear it anymore. He couldn't watch Bai Xiaofei continue to sacrifice his life for him!
Spending money every day is like water. In one month, not counting hospitalization expenses, the treatment cost is nearly 100,000. In six months, he has made 600,000. Bai Xiaofei worked hard to earn 30,000 a month. In other words, in these six months, 400,000 is gone.
Got it!
I don’t know how long the treatment will continue in the future. The remaining more than 300,000 yuan is simply not enough to build it!
In the past six months, he also got to know a group of fellow patients, and learned that the disease was far more terrifying than he knew. Without a suitable bone marrow transplant, no matter how much wealth he had, he would not be able to survive... - Even if he had a transplant, he would not be able to survive it...
I don’t know how many years I can live!
Then why do we still have to struggle in vain? Make useless sacrifices?
For the first time after the diagnosis, and also for the first time since I met Bai Xiaofei, I had a big fight with her, "I can't be cured!"
In the past six months, Chen Zimo had had trouble with her several times, but she just thought it was a joke and touched his head gently.
"Don't make trouble and take your medicine..."
"I fucking said I'm dead, do you understand?"
The portion of chicken soup he was holding was smashed at Bai Xiaofei's feet!
"Bang!" The porcelain bowl of chicken soup suddenly shattered on the floor, and the soup meat was also scattered on the floor...——
In the ward, there were two other patients in the bed and their relatives were also shocked.
Bai Xiaofei's eyes flickered and he was stunned. He didn't expect that Chen Zimo would really get angry.
She looked at his body that had long since lost its appearance, and the eyes had lost their former sparkle, leaving only depression, despair, anger - hysterical tears, he was accusing...
She felt sour in her heart, but said nothing. She lowered her head to cover her face, and knelt down to clean up.
Chen Zimo got up from the bed, grabbed her hand, and dragged her towards the ward toilet. Others in the ward wanted to stop her, but they couldn't and didn't dare to stop her!
Bang! The toilet door closed, Chen Zimo grabbed Bai Xiaofei's shoulders and pushed her to the mirror.
"Look at you now, what are you like? Do you still remember what you were like six months ago, a year ago?"
Guqi
"You work ten hours a day, but you also have to go to the hospital to take care of me and make food for me... and secretly eat the leftovers by yourself? How mean are you?! I brought you out to save you from your parents.
I came out just to make you willing to be my mother!?"
"Have you had enough? Have you had enough of this kind of life!?"
"You haven't had enough... I've had enough!"
She looked at the haggard and yellow face in the mirror. Not to mention pretty, it was almost considered ugly...
A few strings of tears fell down her red eyes, and she wiped them with her hand, then pursed her lips and smiled. It was indeed a bit ugly.
But she didn't seem to hear what she just said.
He turned around, wiped the tears on his face, and said with a smile, "If you are angry, if you feel uncomfortable, you can hit me, you can vent, but we have to treat this disease. I listened to you before
Yes, now, it’s your turn to listen to me..."
Bang! Chen Zimo knelt down in front of her, covered his face and cried loudly, "I beg you, I don't want to be cured anymore, just let me die..."
Bai Xiaofei knelt down and hugged Chen Zimo, with tears streaming down his face. Without you, I wouldn't be able to survive.
How could you say such cruel words?
If you, Chen Zimo, die, can I still live?
She said, "If you live, I will live; if you die, I will die..."
…
It took another half a year, but still no suitable bone marrow was found.
However, given their current economic situation, even if they find a match by chance, they may not be able to afford surgery.
Bai Xiaofei knows that this disease is probably really difficult, but she doesn't want to give up any glimmer of hope!
Chen Zimo has been ill three or four times in the past six months, and has been on the edge of life and death several times.
Just because of Bai Xiaofei's words, "If you live, I will live. If you die, I will die too!"
Because that time, Bai Xiaofei was able to put aside most of his worries and start making money seriously.
But even though she worked as a stall during the day and worked fifteen hours a day, it was still a drop in the bucket. After several attacks, the medicine was changed and became more expensive.
Every day is guaranteed to be 4,000 yuan, a month is 120,000 yuan, and half a year is 720,000 yuan!
She still had 377,000 yuan left in her savings, but she earned 240,000 yuan in half a year without eating or drinking, so she got 610,000 yuan.
Bai Xiaofei didn't say that she applied for seven or eight credit cards at once, with a total limit of 300,000——
She cashed out all the money at once, fearing that she would not be able to pay it back in the short term and would not be able to borrow money from other cards.
Recently, I have been pressed for debt, and I no longer dare to answer the phone. Seventeen or eight calls come in every day;
In addition, she also tried to contact Chen Zimo's family. She knew that he had a younger brother - but she has not been able to contact him so far.
She was setting up a stall when the bell rang again, and she subconsciously wanted to hang up, but the words "hospital patient" made her stop.
The call is connected.
"Chen Zimo committed suicide, Xiao Fei, come here quickly!"
Her vision went dark and she almost fainted.
When she arrived at the hospital, Chen Zimo had already been pushed into the operating room for gastric lavage. The patient told her the situation, "It was said that two months ago, he had stopped taking his daily tranquilizers. This time, he took 60 in one go."
Piece!"
He was pushed back to the ward three hours later. After he woke up, he stopped communicating with her.
One year of treatment and mental and physical torture had driven him almost crazy.
Just close your eyes.
Silent.
But his physical symptoms kept recurring. As soon as he came out of the operating room, he had a fever and couldn't stop vomiting. He vomited out all the water he drank and coughed up blood. He stopped taking medicine. As soon as you fed him,
He spit it out.
He didn't speak, and Bai Xiaofei didn't know what to say. He held his hand with only a layer of skin left and looked at him, his heart bleeding——...
This state lasted for about two days, and she finally couldn't hold it anymore. She hadn't cried for a long time, and she didn't dare to cry for fear that she wouldn't be able to hold on. This time she finally couldn't hold on in front of the hospital bed, covering her face and sobbing.