"You're a malignant tumor, caused by verrucous epidermal dysplasia, which is commonly known in medicine as 'tree-man disease', and 80% of people will be infected with the virus without showing any symptoms. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

"Why am I there? Is there a cure?"

"This is not clear, there are many cases in the world, but they are all slow lesions, you may have been exposed to some kind of allogeneic that provokes the lesion, such as staying in a place where the magnetic field is unstable, or it is caused by long-term exposure to radiation, which needs further diagnosis to be clear. ”

As the director of the prestigious Department of Skin Diseases of Yanjing Hospital, Feng, seeing that the man in front of him just lowered his head and did not speak, he sighed and continued.

"Treatments such as liquid nitrogen freezing, lasers, microwave therapy or X-ray exposure can be tried, but too much X-ray exposure can cause skin damage and is more likely to cause cancer. ”

"Is it going to get better? or... Will I be able to go back to my old self?"

The man's voice trembled a little, the muscles on his face were tightly squeezed together, and his eyes looked at his hands in a complicated way, or they could not be described as hands, because they were covered with thick thorns, and the shape of the palms could not be seen at all, it was completely like a dry tree root entangled, and it looked very terrifying.

However, Director Feng knew that such a situation was a symptom caused by the virus, but he did not look afraid, and after pondering for a while, he said with a hint of pity in his eyes.

"You can surgically remove the lesions, but..."

"But what?" the man was startled and suddenly looked up at Director Feng.

"Alas. Director Feng looked at the man's slightly trembling shoulders, couldn't help sighing, and said.

"There are many cases around the world, but there are no examples of recovery, which can only be suppressed by drugs. ”

"Is that so?"

The man's eyes became blank, and he lowered his head and said something to himself, and after a long time, he slowly stood up.

"Thank you. The man smiled bitterly at Director Feng and walked towards the door.

"Sir, you need to treat this situation in time, otherwise your condition will worsen. Director Feng hurriedly stood up and said.

"Since I can't recover, then what else can I cure?" the man paused, his face showing a touch of sadness.

"It's not like that, now that medicine is breaking through, you have to have confidence in yourself..."

As soon as Director Feng persuaded him, the man waved his hand to interrupt and asked softly.

"What cryotherapy, laser, X-ray treatment, are these free?"

"This..."Director Feng was speechless for a moment, with an embarrassed expression on his face.

"I see, thank you for your kindness. ”

Looking at Director Feng's expression, the man showed a miserable smile, and then opened the door and walked out.

"Wait..."

Director Feng opened his mouth and was about to say something, but when he saw the man's white-washed clothes, he couldn't help but sigh and sat back in his position helplessly.

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"Wen Lou, what did the doctor say?"

Outside the door of the disease department, an elderly migrant worker in bad clothes approached the man with a baby girl of several months in his arms.

"Uncle Chen, don't worry. ”

The man's expression was stiff and showed a smile, stretched out two huge withered hands, and took the sleeping baby girl in swaddling clothes, and when he saw the fat and cute little face, he finally couldn't help the grief in his heart, and the tears suddenly rolled down, and the body trembled violently.

The man's name is Zheng Wenlou, 27 years old this year, a cement worker on a construction site in Yanjing, who originally planned to get a good job with a college diploma, but now that college students are everywhere and there are many graduate students, there is a job, but the salary is not enough for him to survive in this international big city, let alone the high cost of treatment.

Yanjing, what a distant word, as a person born in a small town in the south, Zheng Wenlou had no intention of going to the big city to develop in the past, but because of the woman who once fell in love, he was forced to come here, and it was five years since he came here, from a rookie salesman to now a cement worker on the construction site, all because of the baby girl in his hand, which is his biological daughter, and his happiest concern.

Since he had this responsibility, he resolutely quit his job as a salesman, and went to the construction site to work as a cement worker, not for anything else, but for the high salary of this hard work, enough for him to buy milk powder and diapers.

Unexpectedly, three days ago, a strange corneum suddenly grew on the palm of his hand, which surprised him.

However, it was not serious at the time, he thought it was a skin allergy, so he didn't take it to heart, and even in order to save money, he didn't even buy allergy medicine, and planned to wait a few days, and the allergic place would automatically retreat.

But who knew that after a night passed, the corneum was all over his arm, and even grew something like thorns and dead branches, which really scared him out of his mind, and he ran directly to the nearby clinic to check.

In the end, the doctor came to the conclusion that it was similar to Director Feng's, which was a symptom caused by verrucous epidermal dysplasia, which was a rare tumor virus.

Zheng Wenlou couldn't understand what the specific cause was, but the word tumor made his face suddenly pale.

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"Wow, wow, wow!"

At this moment, a crying voice suddenly sounded, which made Zheng Wenlou stunned for a moment, and then found that his tears were dripping on his daughter's face, and he hurriedly comforted.

"Xiaotong, don't cry, don't cry, Dad is here. ”

Zheng Wenlou wiped the tears on his face with his shoulder, and hurriedly said to the old migrant worker next to him.

"Uncle Chen, help wipe it, Xiaotong has water stains on his face. ”

"Okay, okay, Xiaotong doesn't cry, look, what is this?"

The old migrant worker hurriedly took out a handkerchief, wiped it on the baby's cute little face, and then said with a worried face.

"Wenlou, is it serious? Why don't we go to the next hospital and have a look?"

"No, it's the same everywhere you go, see what's the use, is there money to cure it? And it can't be cured. Zheng Wenlou smiled bitterly.

He doesn't even have a chance to wipe his daughter's face now, a pair of huge withered branches, he can't pick up tiny things at all, and even now the more he looks at it, the more sad he becomes, and he even has the heart to cut it off.

However, Director Feng said that the virus has spread throughout the body, and amputation has no effect.

"If you don't have money, you have to treat it, everyone will make it up for you, otherwise what will Xiaotong do?

As the old migrant worker was talking, Zheng Wenlou hurriedly interrupted: "Don't mention that woman, I can't remember her appearance anymore, I don't want to remember everything about her, just a passerby..." ”

"But Xiaotong also..."

As the old migrant worker spoke, Zheng Wenlou stood up directly and laughed sadly.

"Haha, thief God, isn't it enough to treat me like this? fuck you!"

Zheng Wenlou paused, tears couldn't help falling again, and then walked towards the outside of the hospital with Xiaotong in his arms, and said miserably in his mouth.

"I know, I know, this is a genetic disease, Xiaotong is also infected, Uncle Chen, you go back, I won't go to the construction site, I'm going to take Xiaotong back to the south to see her grandparents..."

"Alas, wretched child. The old migrant worker sighed, he said everything that should be said in the past few days, as for Zheng Wenlou's grandparents who went back to the south to see Xiaotong, they just went to Shangzhu incense.

Standing outside the gate of the hospital, Zheng Wenlou attracted the frightened eyes of many patients' families, but he didn't care, but looked at Xiaotong's little face crying, and muttered in his mouth.

"Xiaotong doesn't cry, don't cry, when you see your grandparents, Dad will take you to the doctor, if you can't be cured, Dad will take you around the world, whatever you want, Dad will help you bring it..."

As he spoke, Zheng Wenlou hugged Xiaotong with blank eyes, and staggered towards the highway outside.