The girl’s voice was as gentle as the wind. Zhou Quan turned his head to look at her, and finally, there were some emotions in his lifeless eyes.
"Yes, I’m still a student, but I’ve been learning medicine from my grandfather since I was little, for over ten years now. Four or five years ago, I started diagnosing people independently. During this period, I’ve treated many patients, including those with facial paralysis, cerebral palsy, strokes, cancer, and other difficult ailments. If you don’t trust me, I can show you my diagnosis cases."
For patients with depression, it is essential to have extraordinary patience. When interacting with them, it’s important to slowly open their hearts, waiting for them to step out of their own world and be willing to cooperate with others. Only then does treatment become possible.
Otherwise, if the patient doesn’t cooperate, no matter how skilled the doctor is, it’s useless.
"You..." The boy who had been silent since his jump finally spoke.
Although his voice was very soft, it was enough to surprise the school leaders, doctors, and nurses around him, who fell silent.
"What do you need?" The girl continued to smile and ask.
"You’re still a high school student..." Zhou Quan’s voice was hoarse, weak and uncertain, yet it finally responded to the outside world.
"Yes, I’m still a high school student, but I’m also a doctor. Although I’m not a certified doctor who can work in a hospital, I always let my results speak for me. Patients I’ve treated trust me." The girl laughed lightheartedly, "Of course, my type of diagnosis is not legally formal, so I don’t recommend others to follow my path. However, I’m not doing this for profit; I’m simply using my abilities to help others. Every patient who comes to me, I always clarify the situation, and we cooperate willingly."
The boy lying on the bed listened to the girl’s words, reflecting deeply in his eyes. After a long pause, he asked:
"Don’t you need to go to college?"
"Of course, but doing what you want and using your abilities to help others doesn’t necessarily have to wait until college or after graduating college. As long as you have the passion and others have the need, you can do it anytime."
"If you don’t go to college, what value do you have?" Zhou Quan’s inherent values were challenged.
"Why would not going to college mean you have no value?" The girl’s delicate face took on an expression of incomprehension, "For instance, right now I live well every day, study hard, treat patients if they have illnesses, and if there are no patients, just take care of myself—that’s value. Moreover, everyone is inherently valuable since birth."
"Does merely taking care of oneself make one valuable? How is that possible? Isn’t a person valued because they are useful to others?"
"It’s not just about that." The girl slowly sat down by the boy’s bedside, her posture relaxed, "If that were the case, then newborn babies, elderly who are near the end, or patients bedridden and needing care from doctors and family would all be worthless, right? But is that really the case?"
The boy was silent, yet his heart and mind were engrossed in thought.
For a moment, the room was so quiet that a pin drop could be heard, and all those around were deep in thought.
After a while, Zhou Quan said, "No."
"Right?" The girl’s tender voice was filled with lightness, "We often see people bedridden with severe illnesses, and according to conventional values, they can’t create value. Yet their family and everyone around them still hope for them to live well. Because people think, ’Thankfully, they are still alive,’ and their very existence already brings immeasurable relief. They won’t have expectations like ’You need to get into a prestigious university,’ ’You need to earn a certain amount,’ etc., for them. Isn’t the safety and well-being of the family something worth immense joy? So, just being alive is a kind of value."
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"Is living itself something worth being happy about?" Zhou Quan didn’t speak anymore, but his body relaxed.
The white, warm, and soft bed beneath him, he hadn’t felt these past few days.
Gently, he turned his head to look out the hospital room window.
Today’s sunlight outside the window was beautiful. He looked toward the rear mountain outside the ward, lush and dense with pines and cypresses, as if it were summer rather than winter.
They were so tall, stretching straight towards the sky.
After quietly gazing out the window for a long time, he finally turned to look at the girl beside his bed.
The girl’s face was extremely exquisite, clean without any embellishments, giving off a serene and quiet vibe.
"Please help me with my diagnosis, thank you."
That day, Zhou Quan saw a kind of life force in this world he had never witnessed before, bright and gentle, allowing him to unconsciously immerse himself in it.
He was willing to peel away the darkness within, dragging his heavy feet, to cross towards this bright life energy.
"This boy who was once dead-set on dying finally stepped out of the prison he had drawn for himself and decided to live."
The school leaders, doctors, and nurses in the ward all felt gratified about this.
Among them, an older female nurse discreetly wiped away the tears at the corner of her eyes.
Xia Rong looked at the two children in front of her, the wisdom in her eyes filled with pride.
The once hysterical Zhou Quan’s mother unexpectedly quieted down.
She relaxed her brows and watched the girl who was younger than her son examine his wounds, inquiring carefully, working skillfully at tasks beyond her age, her face full of confusion and puzzlement.