Chapter 775: [(775)] The child needs a liver donation Chapter 775: [(775)] The child needs a liver donation Even for the patients she didn’t personally manage, Xie Wanying knew their medical histories inside out.
“Has your team discussed this?” Zhao Zhaowei trusted her and asked.
“End-stage liver cirrhosis,” she said, “Dr. Gong has mentioned that the only best treatment left is a liver transplant.”
There was a long queue of patients waiting for liver transplants, and whether they could wait or not turned into a matter of life and death gambling. Relatives could livers, and the hospital encouraged living donations from family members. Yangyang’s Mom had tested positive for hepatitis B, and the elderly grandparents at home either had hepatitis B or failed other medical examinations, making them ineligible to their livers.
At this point, many people would ask, what about her husband?
He had divorced her, remarried, and had children with his new wife, claiming he had nothing to do with her or Yangyang anymore – a clean break. The divorce had come at a coincidental time, just as Yangyang’s Mom was diagnosed with hepatitis B.
Every time he thought about Yangyang’s family, Zhao Zhaowei felt even more that Student Xie was right to scold him; he was far too fortunate compared to these patients.
During visiting hours for family members, a little boy with a backpack entered the ward. His tiny head peeked around, and upon spotting Zhao Zhaowei, he bounced over excitedly: “Doctor Zhao!”
Xie Wanying turned to glance at Student Zhao: The little kid just called you Doctor Zhao.
Beaming with pride, Zhao Zhaowei straightened his chest and said to the approaching Yangyang, “I’m leaving tomorrow, but I will come back soon to work.”
“You’re getting better, and my mom’s illness is nearly cured, so she can go home soon. That’s what the doctor said,” Yangyang told his doctor brother.
The doctor is letting the patient go home? Is that certain? Can Yangyang’s Mom go home now with her condition?
Zhao Zhaowei’s face turned pale in an instant, and he looked at Student Xie.
Xie Wanying thought: I’ll ask Dr. Gong about this later.
Yangyang, looking up, his little eyes showing a steadiness beyond his years, scanned the faces of his brother and sister before promptly stating, “I’ll go ask the doctor.”
Thump, thump, thump–the child dashed towards the doctors’ office.
Seeing this, Xie Wanying and Zhao Zhaowei followed.
“I’m looking for Dr. Gong,” Yangyang called out, standing at the door to the doctors’ office with his little voice raised.
The busy doctors turned around when they saw a child. Some patted the top of his head affectionately, teasing him, “What do you want from Dr. Gong, kiddo? Are you looking for some candy?”
“I’m asking him about my mommy’s illness,” Yangyang said, his little face serious, not joking with the doctors.
Seeing they couldn’t brush off this child, the doctors started asking their colleagues where they might find Gong Xiangbin: “Someone give Gong Xiangbin a call and tell him an important person is looking to have a serious talk with him.”
Upon receiving the notification, Gong Xiangbin hurried back.
“Dr. Gong, I want to my liver to my mom.”
No doctor would ever let a ten-year-old child his liver.
Gong Xiangbin grabbed the child’s little arm, walked him aside, and said, “I’ve told you many times, you shouldn’t just listen to what others say. Your mom doesn’t need a liver transplant.”
“You’re lying! Doctors aren’t supposed to lie,” Yangyang protested with his little mouth pouting in anger.
“Why would I lie to you?” Gong Xiangbin wiped the sweat from his forehead, adding, “You’re right, doctors shouldn’t lie.”
“You’re clearly lying. Can my mom go home now? Is she really cured?”
The child didn’t understand. Life inevitably involves birth, aging, sickness, and death. After staying in the hospital for some time, when doctors announce they can only alleviate the symptoms because they can’t treat the illness, and if the patient runs out of money, all that’s left is to take the patient home. Telling a child about waiting for death is something neither doctors nor family elders can bring themselves to say.