Uncle Wang, who was about forty years old, was dressed in a construction worker's uniform, covered in dust and dirt, and looked a little tired. Seeing Gong Xueting coming, he breathed a sigh of relief: "Xiao Gong, you're finally here!"

Gong Xueting asked eagerly, "Uncle Wang, what's wrong with my father?"

"Xiaogong, don't worry, your father has been hospitalized. Today, on the construction site, your father was busy with his work, and suddenly he stood up, as if he was crazy, waving his hands and feet, and screaming something. Everyone was startled, thinking that he was drunk, and hurriedly came over and hugged him. Your father had so much strength at that time that several young workers couldn't hold him, and then everyone finally restrained him, but he fainted by himself, and he couldn't wake up no matter how he screamed. Everyone rushed him to the hospital, and I used his mobile phone to notify you...... The doctor has just seen him, has arranged for him to be hospitalized, and said that he will arrange a specialist consultation. ”

"Xiaogong, it costs a lot of money to be hospitalized when you are sick, a few of our co-workers just scraped together a sum of money for your father, and just paid a 3,000 yuan hospitalization deposit to the hospital, and the rest is here......"

Uncle Wang said, took out a stack of renminbi from his pocket, there were a hundred whole coins, and there were other scattered ones, looking at the appearance of about a thousand pieces, Uncle Wang looked a little embarrassed, turned his head and looked away: "Uh, a little little...... Xiao Gong, you take these first...... Don't hesitate, take it, it's not the usual time, what's polite!"

With trembling hands, she took the money, and Gong Xueting bowed deeply to Uncle Wang: "Thank you, Uncle Wang, thank you, uncles! ”

"Hey, don't talk about this now, as long as the old palace people are fine, the money is nothing. You'd better go see your dad first—I'm going back first, and I'll go back and talk to the foreman to see if he can donate a little bit to your dad." Even if he is an iron rooster, we old fellows have to shave his hair. ”

According to Uncle Wang's instructions, the group went up to the inpatient department on the fifth floor and found the ward, Gong Xueting directly pushed the door in, and Xu Yan and other classmates also followed.

This is a single ward, and there is a middle-aged man lying on the bed, and his eyebrows are a bit similar to Gong Xueting, obviously her father. The middle-aged man's eyes were closed, his breath was like a gossamer, there was an oxygen tube in his nostrils, and there was a heartbeat monitor at the head of the bed, and the atmosphere seemed a little tense. Several doctors in white coats gathered around the bed, watching the beating of the detector and whispering.

Seeing her father like this, Gong Xueting's heart was like a knife, she pounced, grabbed her father's hand and shouted a few times, but the middle-aged man on the bed did not react at all, Gong Xueting was shocked and scared, she shouted: "Dad, Dad, don't scare me! Dad, wake up, I'm Ting'er!"

Seeing Gong Xueting like this, several doctors in white coats stopped talking. A middle-aged doctor came up to him and asked, "Little girl, are you the patient's family?"

"Ah, yes, yes, I'm his daughter, he's my father. Doctor, what's wrong with my dad? I had dinner with him last night, he's still in good spirits, what's wrong with him now?"

Hearing Gong Xueting ask, the middle-aged doctor showed an embarrassed look. He coughed dryly: "Miss, the patient is suffering from an unexplained sudden atypical ** officer rapid asthenia...... By the time he arrived at the hospital, he was unconscious. Miss, I would like to ask, does the patient have any previous medical history, does he have high blood pressure, does he have heart disease, has he ever had a myocardial infarction, has he ever had a cerebral hemorrhage, or does he have a history of stroke?"

Gong Xueting shook her head again and again: "No, no, my father has always been in good health-doctor, what is this atypical primary ** officer asthenia? Is it difficult to treat, is it dangerous?"

The middle-aged doctor's face was embarrassed, hesitant but unwilling to answer—of course he was embarrassed to tell Sù Gong Xueting that this unexplained "primary atypical acute organ asthenia" was simply the name of a condition invented by the medical community a month ago, and before that, the entire medical community knew nothing about it.

He said carefully: "Miss, this atypical primary ** officer asthenia is a very dangerous disease, when the symptoms appear, the patient will quickly lose consciousness, and at the same time the organs are weakening, losing vitality, and finally death......

He pointed to the monitoring instrument at the head of the bed: "Look at this, the patient's heart function has weakened, and the heartbeat has slowed down significantly...... We had to give the patient a cardiotonic every half an hour to keep his heart beating, and his lungs were weakened by the erosion of the disease, and he had to be on a ventilator to keep him alive...... And his brain...... The patient's overall vitality rate is decreasing.

The disease is a recent occurrence and is a sudden, fatal disease of unknown etiology with a high mortality rate...... At present, we are still in the research stage for this disease, and we have not found very effective drugs and treatments. Judging from the previous cases, the development of this disease is still very fast, and your family members are ...... I'm afraid I have to be mentally prepared. ”

Seeing that Gong Xueting's face changed drastically, the doctor hurriedly comforted her and said, "Of course, this is not absolute, and the cases we have accumulated so far are still too few to form an absolute conclusion...... Well, maybe some patients are in good health, or the drugs they are taking are more symptomatic, and they may or may not get better...... Seeing that your father's physique should still be very good, we still can't give up hope, now, we use cardiotonics and triple therapy, first to maintain the patient's vitality, delay the development of the disease......"

When the doctor said this, even Xu Yan and others, who were not familiar with medicine, frowned - didn't this clearly mean that the hospital was helpless and could only wait for a miracle?

Gong Xueting's face turned pale - before she came, she was ready to hear bad news, but she didn't expect that this news would be so terrible that it would shatter all her hopes.

This is really bad news for the worst!

"Doctor, can't you think of a way to use better and more expensive medicine, use imported medicine, or ...... Is it okay to go to the capital and ask for experts? No matter how much money it is, we will be out! As long as we save my father, even if I sell blood, even if -- I will definitely make up enough money!"

Looking at the girl in front of her with pity, the middle-aged doctor comforted her: "Little girl, don't worry, it's not a matter of money - this is the latest disease in the medical field, the whole world is the same, not to mention the capital, even if it is a foreign hospital, there is no way to take this disease." In addition to your father, we have several patients with the same condition in our hospital. Now, the dean is organizing a group of experts to hold a seminar to study what is going on with this disease and what causes it.

Little girl, don't worry, we will definitely do our best to rescue you. ”

After speaking, as if he was afraid of being questioned by Gong Xueting, the doctor nodded, turned around and walked out of the ward. Several other doctors also left, looking at their backs, Gong Xueting's eyes were full of despair.

She grabbed the patient's hand on the bed, feeling that her father's warm hand in the past was much colder, Gong Xueting burst into tears, and said in a low voice: "Dad, Dad! You don't want to die, I don't allow you to die! You don't leave me alone! Mom is no longer here, you can't leave Xiaoting behind...... Woo, Dad~~ Woo, woo......"

Seeing Gong Xueting crying in a low voice, several classmates who came with her fell into an awkward silence. Everyone looked solemn, no one dared to look at anyone, and they all stared at the floor under their feet.

Originally, whether it was Xu Yan, Zhao Tianyu, or Gong Xueting's roommates, when they came over, they all had the intention of helping. But no one expected that when they came to the hospital, they heard such news, as grim news as a death verdict.

In the face of this unknown terminal disease, which modern medicine is helpless, no one can do anything. At this time, whether it was Xu Yan or Zhao Tianyu, everyone had no fighting spirit, and only sympathy for Gong Xueting was left in their hearts.

Seeing Gong Xueting crying so sadly, Xu Yan took two steps forward, wanting to comfort her. At this time, he noticed Gong Xueting's father on the hospital bed, his face and forehead were very dark, and it was not the normal skin black, but it seemed to be a kind of pitch black from the bottom of the skin.

Xu Yan was strange in his heart, and when he got closer and took a closer look, he was shocked: the layer of darkness on Gong Xueting's father's face was not fixed, but active. This layer of black, like a layer of black mist, slowly rolling and surging, as if it were some kind of living thing.

Attracted by this strange phenomenon, Xu Yan couldn't help but take two steps closer, wanting to see more clearly. But at this time, the bag containing the books in his hand suddenly became so hot that he couldn't hold it and fell to the ground.

In this silent ward, the "snap" sound of the bookbag falling to the ground is very noticeable. Everyone looked over, even Gong Xueting, who was in mourning.

Everyone's eyes were reproachful, and they all condemned Xu Yan silently: "It's all this time, what are you still making trouble?"

Xu Yan was blushing, and he apologized repeatedly, while picking up the books scattered all over the ground. At this time, Chu Yan suddenly shouted: "Xu Yan, your book is burning!"

Xu Yan looked fixedly, but it was the thin book "Training for the Children of the White Deer" that Zhu Youxiang gave him last night. For some reason, there was a flame shaking on the cover of the book, but it was not on fire.

"Oh no! What's the fire?"

At this moment, several girls were screaming in fright. Xu Yan hurriedly beat the flame with his schoolbag, but for some reason, no matter how he pounced, the small red flame was always burning, and it couldn't be extinguished.

The flame was too close to the patient, Xu Yan was afraid that it would burn out the precision instruments of the ambulance, and in the end, he was really anxious, and kicked the book away with one kick, kicked from the side of the hospital bed to the wall, and then he rushed over, but he was stunned to find that the fire had been extinguished?

Xu Yan picked up the book in disbelief, feeling that the book was still hot, hot to the hand. He flipped it over, and after a rough look, the whole book was intact including the cover, brand new, and the paper was intact - except for a little dust on the ground, where was there any trace of half a point of burning? (a good activity for pie in the sky, cool mobile phones are waiting for you to take!Follow up ~ Dian/Chinese network public account (WeChat add friends - add public account - enter qdread), participate immediately! Everyone has a prize, now immediately pay attention to qdread WeChat public account!)

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