Chapter 2425

[discharge, go home!]

The exclamation mark was very obvious. Zheng Ren was not pleased, but his heart jumped violently, and then some unspeakable emotions lingered in his mind.

According to his own judgment, the little boy should have only about three months of life.

However, what Zheng Ren has been saying is that his condition has improved and he is full of expectation to go back to school. This is what Zheng Ren thinks is abnormal.

He looked at the message from 12 minutes ago, and countless thoughts flashed in his heart.

After a little hesitation, Zheng Ren's hand began to click on the mobile phone screen, open the chat interface and enter a line of words.

[are you okay]

There were four simple words without punctuation. Zheng Ren's finger stopped on the send key and didn't press it for a long time.

"Boss Zheng, why didn't you read today?" Lin Yuan asked.

Zheng Ren raised his head and smiled at Lin Yuan, "chatting with a child."

"Little patient? You met in Haicheng."

Zheng Ren didn't explain to Lin Yuan in detail. He wore a habitual smile on his face. It seemed that if he did so, the whole world would become docile and kind.

There was nothing to hesitate. Zheng Ren looked back at his mobile phone and pressed the send button.

Looking at the four words he sent in the past, Zheng Ren waited quietly.

As for what he was waiting for, Zheng Ren didn't know.

Maybe it's a message,

Maybe a reply,

Maybe there are many, maybe,

But the most likely thing is that you can't wait for any answer.

"Boss Zheng, the Nobel Prize will be reviewed in a few days. It's time to announce the results. Are you nervous?" Lin Yuan chatted with Zheng Ren while writing the medical record.

Gao Shaojie paused. He pricked up his ears and listened carefully to boss Zheng's answer.

From the analysis of various signs, Gao Shaojie believes that Su Yun's five-year plan is not an impossible task. But as the days approached, I began to be a little nervous, but boss Zheng was young and mature, but I couldn't see the slightest change.

He is as calm as a mountain. He only carries out normal medical treatment and live broadcast of surgery every day. His mood never seems to fluctuate.

Although he had doubts, Gao Shaojie didn't dare to ask. He quietly waited for Zheng Ren's answer, trying to find some answers from his words.

But Zheng Ren didn't say anything. His mobile phone vibrated and his eyebrows tightened.

[who are you?]

A reply appeared in front of Zheng Ren.

[I'm a doctor of 912. We met at the door of B-ultrasound room six months ago. Remember me?]

Where are you... May I see you

[interventional department, doctor's office.]

After Zheng Ren replied, the chat interface of the mobile phone became quiet. The little boy opposite no longer speaks. In fact, Zheng Ren has a hunch that the boy opposite the mobile phone should not be himself.

The tone of voice is not the same as that of the child in Zheng Ren's memory.

With countless possibilities in mind, Zheng Ren stood up and walked to the door of the doctor's office.

He squinted at the door of the ward. There were people coming and going. Zheng Ren hoped he could see the figure of the little boy.

Even if the system panel is red, even if the system panel is pale to no blood, as long as he is still alive.

As a doctor, I am used to life and death, but I can't be torn apart by the great power between life and death. It's hard, it's too hard.

Even Zheng Ren, who has a system, can't do it.

Su Yun always laughed at him like an ostrich. Zheng Ren felt that he was not an ostrich, but a wounded wolf. In the dead of night, lick the scars on your heart alone in the system space. Don't affect your work the next day.

Day after day, month after month, year after year.

Some people escape and others face it directly. No matter how you choose, it's good.

Thinking about it, a hoarse voice asked, "doctor, did you just speak on QQ?"

Sure enough... Zheng Ren's heart sank.

Standing beside her was a middle-aged woman who was not in her thirties and still charming in Zheng Ren's memory.

The woman's hair is messy, and a few strands of hair are cluttered on her cheeks, with a little gray color. The sun fell on the woman's face from behind Zheng Ren, and the gray in the mottled light and darkness could not be dispersed.

Only half a year, how did it become like this? In fact, Zheng Ren already knew the answer, but he didn't want to think about it.

Nodded, Zheng Ren's lips moved slightly, but there was no sound.

The woman looked at Zheng Ren and met him vaguely. She habitually wants to smile to show her respect for the doctor and her gratitude to the people who have been thinking about her children.

But the smile didn't appear at all. The corners of her mouth twitched twice, and her eyes were dead gray.

Looking at each other for a few seconds, the woman smoothed her broken hair to her ear with her hand.

Her hair was gray and her eyes were gray. She was gray and out of tune with the afternoon sun.

"Thank you." The woman bowed deeply, slow and stiff.

"You're welcome. Please come in." Zheng Ren said softly.

"No." The woman said, "I have to go through the discharge formalities."

"Child..." Zheng Ren asked softly.

"No cure." The woman's tone is a little strange. Zheng Ren is four points confused, three points unwilling, two points relieved and one point indifferent.

Zheng Ren didn't know whether his inner play was too full or what. He suddenly heard such complex emotions.

He didn't speak, but quietly looked at the 20-year-old woman who had aged for half a year. Her life has changed from color to gray. She can't feel what she has experienced.

"Children suffer too much." The woman said faintly, "he is very strong. I know he wants to accompany me. It's not necessary. We're going to spend the rest of our time looking at the sun and grass and chatting quietly."

Her words were scattered, like the sand in the hourglass fell to the ground. She couldn't pick it up at all.

But Zheng Ren knows what she means. This is the last time we can be together. She doesn't want to waste it in endless painful treatment.

When he was in the first hospital of Haicheng City, Zheng Ren met many patients who gave up rescue. Even sometimes we have to persuade the family members of patients that such diagnosis and treatment is a bottomless pit. They are not satisfied at all and should do what they can.

Finally, it is a high probability that people and money are empty. If others don't keep them, they can't live at home.

But looking at the woman in front of him, Zheng Ren couldn't say a word.

"My tears have dried up, but now there is really no way." The woman whispered, "I came to see you because I want to see everyone who has communicated with him and keep every memory."

Then the woman bowed deeply, "thank you, doctor. Thank you for thinking about him. Don't worry, he's not lonely."