Seeing the patient's face, Pan Shihua sighed and said, "It's him."
"Do you know him?" others asked.
"He was my middle school classmate, and his name should be Chen Chengran," Pan Shihua said.
The patient also recognized Pan Shihua, his pale face flushed with excitement, two bright lights emitted from his dull eye frames, and he said to his fellow doctor: "It's you. Pan Shihua, are you really a doctor?"
"Yes." Pan Shihua's delicate face showed a hint of restraint.
He is a boy who tends to be shy. The reunion with his middle school classmates is a bit dramatic at the moment, making it difficult to predict. When they were in the same classroom at the same school, how could they have imagined that a few years later, one of them would be critically ill in bed, and the other would be in bed.
Put on a white coat and treat your classmates.
"The doctor's clothes you are wearing suit you very well." Chen Chengran looked at his classmate's appearance as a doctor and said approvingly.
"I am not a doctor for the time being, just a medical student." Pan Shihua explained to his classmates that he followed the teacher to treat patients.
"It doesn't matter." Chen Chengran said to him, "I know you are very good. Your college entrance examination score was the first in the class. You were the only one in the province who was admitted to the eighth-year class of the National Association."
Feeling a little embarrassed to be praised by his classmates, Pan Shihua turned away and saw Teacher Jiang walking away, leaving him alone to ask about the patient's medical history.
"I didn't remember you having this disease before." Pan Shihua asked about the origin of his classmate's illness.
"You studied in the capital to study at the National Association of Chinese Studies, and I came to the metropolitan area to study at the University of Geosciences. At first, I thought it was just because I left my hometown to live and study here, which led to acclimatization, but I didn't know that I had endless stomachaches. Later, the situation became more and more serious."
Talking about his illness, Chen Chengran's tone was sad and despairing, "I'm not sure whether I can successfully complete my undergraduate degree. The undergraduate students in my class graduated this year, and I am the only one left who is taking a leave of absence for treatment."
Not to mention illness and work, no company would want an unhealthy person like me."
Hearing that the sick classmate's tone was inappropriate, Pan Shihua enlightened him: "Now that medicine is becoming more and more advanced, there will be hope."
He didn't feel comforted. Chen Chengran's face was full of helplessness, especially when he saw that his classmate was in good health and could embrace an unlimited future. In comparison, his own future was bleak. He felt like half of his body was lying in a coffin.
Inside. The only thing that made him feel guilty was: "It's pity that my parents raised me so much, and I failed to be filial to them. What will they do in the future? Pan Shihua, you are a doctor, can you tell me how long I can live? I
My parents may have told the doctor not to tell me about my condition."
Being asked like this by his classmates was very stressful. Pan Shihua could feel that his breathing was a little heavy.
Feng Yicong and Xie Wanying looked on, their hearts equally nervous and heavy.
After much deliberation, Pan Shihua decided to respect the choice of the patient's family and put his hand on his classmate's shoulder to comfort him: "I think you should trust the doctor instead of your own random thoughts. It's okay. With us by your side, you will definitely be able to defeat the disease. You are not
If you are terminally ill, you cannot lose confidence in yourself."
Unexpectedly, after he finished speaking, Chen Chengran looked at his face and said, "Pan Shihua, do you know? People often say that if you were a girl, they would have married you home long ago."