Chapter 481: Chapter 481 Is There Any Connection Between Buying Medicine and My Death?
Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
[You can’t blame society when you’re tired]’s frustration mounted as the old man continued to harass her at the hospital.
“Dr. Chen,” she pleaded, “is the old man delusional, or is he trying to scam me?”
The old man camped outside the hospital entrance, beyond their jurisdiction.
Security couldn’t remove him, and at his age, forceful measures were out of the question.
Having to warn him off repeatedly was exhausting; even just hearing his constant warnings was annoying.
“Let me assure you,” Chen Yu said calmly, “the old man is neither crazy nor dishonest.”
“Everything he said is true?” [You can’t blame society when you’re tired] shot up, alarmed.
“So, I’m truly doomed to a violent death?”
“In a way,” Chen Yu admitted with a nod, “the old man sees a reflection of his younger self in you. Both of you are selfless helpers, putting others before yourselves.”
“When he was young,” Chen Yu continued, “his reckless disclosures of many secrets to the future tore his family apart, leaving him homeless. Seeing you, he saw a chance to redeem himself at life’s end.”
A knock interrupted him. [You can’t blame society when you’re tired] rushed to open the door.
“Dr. Fan,” a nurse said, “time to collect the fee for Bed 508. Your usual approach?”
“Same as always,” Dr. Fan replied. “Deduct it from my card.”
She reached for her wallet and a gold card, but the nurse hesitated.
“The patient is terminal. The best medicine or equipment won’t change his outcome. Perhaps informing his family about home care would be best.”
“He has no home.” [You can’t blame society when you’re tired] pursed her lips. “Discharging him means abandoning him.”
“Just pay the fee,” she said firmly. “Maintain the treatment plan.”
“Dr. Fan,” the nurse countered, “there’s a limit. Your wealth can’t help everyone. Every time you encounter a struggling patient, you can’t cover the costs all on your own. This isn’t sustainable.”
The nurse left after saying that.
“Is she paying for someone’s treatment?” Someone in the chat asked.
“Clearly not the first time,” another agreed. “She truly treats medicine as her calling.”
“No wonder her family gives her a five-million-yuan monthly allowance. An average doctor would be bankrupt by now by covering their patient’s fee.”
“Her good intentions are admirable, but publicizing them might pressure other doctors,” someone cautioned. “Being a doctor is a profession, not a moral crusade.”
“Praise is good, but advocacy is not. We can help when possible, but not all doctors have families who own gold mines.”
The viewers felt a warmth amidst the emotional rollercoaster.
There were no inherently noble professions, only noble people.
Suddenly, a fan sent a message, asking [You can’t blame society when you’re tired] about the patient’s illness.
“Cancer,” she replied, her voice heavy.
A collective gasp filled the chat. Just recently, someone Chen Yu knew had been diagnosed with gallbladder cancer.
Medically savvy viewers informed others that gallbladder cancer had an abysmal survival rate.
Late-stage cases rarely survive a year.
“Dr. Chen has a special gallbladder cancer treatment!” someone exclaimed.
“Yes, of course! Dr. Chen let the patient pay in installments for this magical cure!”
[You can’t blame society when you’re tired] was shocked. “Dr. Chen, do you really have a special gallbladder cancer medicine?”
“Yes,” Chen Yu confirmed without hesitation.
Elated by the news of a potential cure, [You can’t blame society when you’re tired] overlooked the gravity of her situation.
“That’s amazing!”
Gallbladder cancer is a brutal disease. Not only was the survival rate low, but patients also suffered immensely throughout their illness, both physically and emotionally.
The cost of treatment was often astronomical, leading to financial ruin and broken families.
Just last month, the patient in question had lost his wife and child, who could no longer bear the burden.
Understanding the situation, she decided to use her own money despite the unlikelihood of a cure and the certainty of financial loss.
Fueled by the information from his viewers and Chen Yu’s confirmation of a “special medicine,” [You can’t blame society when you’re tired]’s optimism soared.
“Dr. Chen, how much does this special medicine cost?” She asked eagerly. “Can
I buy some for this patient?”
“Remember why you came to me in the first place?” Chen Yu inquired coolly, arms crossed.
“Of course. The old man warned me of a bloody disaster that could endanger my life.”
“Now,” Chen Yu pointed out, “you face a real life-or-death situation.”
“Buying this medicine,” Chen Yu continued gravely, “would bring about that bloody disaster you were warned about.”
[You can’t blame society when you’re tired]’s heart sank, the news hitting her like a lightning bolt.
The viewers were equally confused.
How could buying medicine to save a life lead to his own demise?
It seemed illogical.
“So, buying the medicine means I lose my life?” [You can’t blame society when you’re tired] stammered, confused.
“Let’s talk about this,” Chen Yu said. “How much has the patient spent on his treatment?”
“Over a million, at least,” [You can’t blame society when you’re tired] estimated after a moment’s thought.
“And how long has this treatment been going on?”
“Almost a year.”
“The cancer has taken everything from him—his savings, his home, even his family. Every day, he endures unimaginable pain.”
“Now, imagine yourself in his shoes. Could you stay optimistic?”
“Probably not…”
Putting herself in the patient’s situation, she realized optimism would be a struggle.
With no improvement despite financial ruin and constant suffering, most patients would crave an end to their misery.
“Imagine telling a patient on the brink of despair that a cure exists,” Chen Yu explained. “Imagine telling them their illness can be cured in minutes for a mere 100,000 yuan.”
“Wouldn’t their emotions explode?”
“Wouldn’t their illness and desperation make them lash out at you, their attending doctor?”