The day before the operation, Zhu Wuwu went to the temple to burn incense and worship the Buddha.

She knelt reverently in front of the Bodhisattva and muttered to herself for a long time.

What made her feel relieved was that when she asked for a signature, she asked for a signature, which made her feel a lot more relieved.

When people are powerless to fight against fate, they will look for a belief to comfort their hearts.

Soon after Zhu Wuwu returned to the hospital from the temple, he received a call from Dr. Bai asking her to come to his office.

When she entered, she saw that Mo Sihan, Doctor Bai, and another doctor in a white coat were all present.

The white-coat doctor was about a year old, half of his hair was white, and he looked kind-eyed and kind-eyed, and he had the demeanor of a miracle doctor who hung a pot to help the world.

Zhu Wuwu also observed that the doctor's earlobes were larger than the average person, which reminded her of the Bodhisattva in the temple, and she inexplicably had a good impression of him.

Dr. Bai took the initiative to introduce, "Mr. Mo, Mrs. Mo, let me introduce to you, this is Professor Tan, a Chinese doctor hired by our hospital from abroad at a great cost. Professor Tam is an expert in this field and is known as the "father of transplantation", so it is only fitting that he should be the attending physician for the child's surgery."

"Hello, Dr. Tan, I am counting on you for this child's surgery." Zhu Wuwu reached out to shake his hand with anticipation.

At this moment, in the eyes of Zhu Wuwu, he is like a savior.

People have to rely on others in things they can't do, who makes them specialize in art.

Dr. Tan politely reached out to shake her hand and said humbly, "You're welcome, Mrs. Mo, I'll do my best."

Mo Sihan, who has been in the top position for a long time, doesn't feel like this.

"If you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight."

Mo Sihan hopes that his title as the "father of transplantation" is worthy of his name, not in vain.

"Professor Tan, what do you think is the success rate of this surgery?" Mo Sihan's question was a little serious.

Professor Tam replied solemnly, "At present, there are 8 points of bone marrow donated by donors, compared with 10 points of complete match, there is still a certain risk of surgery, and the success rate of surgery is about 40% to 60%."

The success rate of the operation was not too high, and Mo Sihan was faintly worried.

Mo Sihan's eyes showed a worried look: "What exactly do you mean by risk?"

"Of course, if there are no special circumstances after surgery and the hematopoietic reconstruction is successful, the success rate of the surgery will be very high. However, the most feared thing about this kind of surgery is the following two conditions: the first is postoperative infection, especially lung infection and complications; There is also a severe rejection reaction in the patient's body, and once these two conditions occur, the situation becomes very serious." Professor Tam's explanation was very clear and clear.

Zhu Wuwu felt a chill down her spine, and a sense of fear made her at a loss.

To be honest, there are risks associated with surgery, but as a parent of a child, it is difficult to accept this straightforward statement.

"Isn't there a better way?" Mo Sihan frowned, as if he was not willing to take the risk, and he was not quite able to accept such a statement.

The Little Youth League is his life, and Mo Sihan will never allow the child to make a mistake.

If you can, it's natural to minimize the risk.

Professor Tam explained, "In fact, the success rate of umbilical cord blood hematopoietic stem cell transplantation combined with haploidentical bone marrow is higher, usually more than 60%. Unfortunately, we didn't find a matching cord blood in the cord blood bank."

Professor Tam added, "The main issue now is that according to the patient's progression, our expert group has discussed and agreed that the child's surgery cannot be postponed any longer."

The sound fell, and everyone present fell into silence at the same time.

In this case, a bone marrow transplant is the only viable option for now.

I thought that the child was just a common cold and fever, but I didn't think that the child's illness was so serious.

In the face of disease, humanity

Seems so helpless.

The air in the office was stagnant for a while, and the atmosphere was oppressive and stuffy.

Dr. Bai hurriedly found a topic to alleviate the embarrassment: "Mr. Mo, Mrs. Mo, in fact, you don't have to worry too much, now the curative power of a disease like this has improved a lot. If the child's operation goes well tomorrow, he will be transferred to the general ward after staying in the decontamination warehouse for about a month, and then he will be able to go home after three months of recuperation. We have to think about the good side in everything, don't we?"

Who's to say it's not, now I can only think on the bright side.

*

The half-hour preoperative conversation was over, and Mo Sihan and Zhu Wuwu walked out of the office one after the other.

The expressions on the faces of both of them were solemn, and the worries were all written on their faces.

Especially Mo Sihan, his face was so black that he could almost drip ink, and it felt like the sky was about to fall.

A person like Mo Sihan, who lacks nothing, can only feel like the sky is falling when facing the life and death of his relatives.

I remember the first time Mo Sihan felt this way was when his father died suddenly.

At that time, both the company and the family were in chaos. Mo Sihan was ordered to stand up, but he still felt that his spine was about to be crushed.

The second time was when his mother jumped off the building, and Mo Sihan watched his mother fall from the building, and the sense of powerlessness and fear made him feel like he had fallen into the abyss, as if he had also gone to hell.

The last time is this time, I thought the child was just a common cold and fever, but I didn't expect that the quiet years of a family of three were broken by a diagnosis.

Mo Sihan will never forget the terrible scene when the child had a bone marrow aspirate: several nurses pressed the child's hands and feet, so thick needles pierced the child's body, the child cried heartbreakingly, and Mo Sihan, who was guarding outside, was like a knife, and almost rushed in to beat someone.

Now, a new challenge is coming soon, and tomorrow will be the day of the child's surgery.

How Mo Sihan hopes that the child can survive the difficult time safe and sound.

Although he was an atheist, this time he wanted to kneel down and ask the Bodhisattva for his blessing.

The atmosphere of silence was broken by Zhu Wuwu's words, and Zhu Wuwu shouted Mo Sihan.

"Let's go see the kids later, the kids want to see mom and dad here."

"Okay." Mo Sihan replied calmly.

Visiting the window, Xiao Qingtuan lay quietly on the hospital bed and slept with his eyes closed.

Today she is not in good shape, she sleeps almost all the time.

The nurse took her temperature every half hour.

Zhu Wuwu was a little sad when he saw it, and said to himself with tears in his eyes: "Yesterday, Xiaoqingtuan said that she wanted to go home, wanted to eat the dumplings I made, and said that she missed the bed at her house."

Mo Sihan choked in his throat and said in a low voice: "Hmm."

His heart was uneasy, and although his hands were in his trouser pockets, his clenched fists made a sound.

It can be seen that he is more worried about children than anyone else.

Zhu Wuwu and Xiaoqingtuan have not been together for a long time, she is already sad to be like this, it is hard to imagine how anxious Mo Sihan, a daughter slave, will be at this time.

At lunchtime, Yan Qing called Mo Sihan and said that the meal had been purchased.

Zhu Wuwu didn't have much appetite to eat, but he was still pulled over by Mo Sihan.

Lunch at noon has shrimp, chicken broth and refreshing leafy greens.

Zhu Wuwu ate a few bites of rice and a few bites of green leafy vegetables, and he couldn't eat anymore.

Mo Sihan stopped his chopsticks and asked her, "Don't like shrimp?" Or are you too lazy to peel?"

Zhu Wuwu said perfunctorily: "I don't like to eat."

"I remember that you seem to like shrimp very much, and you have to order shrimp wontons when you eat wontons." Mo Sihan ruthlessly exposed her lies.

Zhu Wuwu sighed: "Then even if I am lazy to peel it."

Mo Sihan put on disposable gloves, peeled the shrimp for her personally, and put them in her bowl.

Zhu Wuwu raised his eyes and glanced at him thoughtfully, quite flattered

The sense of surprise is inside.

If she remembers correctly, it seems like the first time someone has peeled shrimp for her.

While peeling shrimp for her, Mo Sihan advised, "Eat more, and drink the chicken soup in a while." Tomorrow's surgery is just the beginning, and the post-operative care is an uphill battle, and the more the child needs us, the more we as parents cannot fall."

Zhu Wuwu nodded: "Yes."

"I heard that you went to the temple today to ask for a visa?" Mo Sihan squinted at Zhu Wuwu.

Zhu Wuwu replied lightly, "Hmm."

Mo Sihan asked, "What sign?"

I wish you no worries and answers: "Sign up."

This should be the most pleasing thing Mo Sihan heard today, the last time was when Dr. Bai called to say that the donor had been found.

Mo Sihan pulled his lips and smiled faintly: "Borrow your auspicious words, the child's operation tomorrow will be successful."

In the eyes of outsiders, the couple seems to have reconciled, at least that's what Yan Qing thinks.

But the reality is that the way they are now is nothing more than a special moment based on special circumstances.

……

Next.

It had been raining in Jincheng since early in the morning.

Mo Sihan and Zhu Wuwu have been staring at the operating light since they were stopped outside the operating door, and the operating light outside the operating room has been on, which gives people a sense of unreality.

In the operating room, Xiaoqingtuan was sent to the decontamination warehouse on the transplant layer.

As the minutes ticked by, Mo Sihan stared at the door, only to feel his heart pounding, and the inexplicable sense of fear almost burst into his chest.

It's clear that his child is in it and his life and death are unknown, and he can't do anything.

Mo Sihan didn't sit or stand, pacing back and forth in the corridor.

At this time, he may not even realize how much fear he carries in his heart.

Today, the air conditioner in the hospital is extremely cold, Zhu Wuwu's hands and feet are cold and cold, and under the high tension, her brain will feel dizzy from time to time.

Zhu Wuwu's face was pale, and he held the sign that he had gone to the temple to ask for, and kept praying silently in his heart.

After some time, the lights in the operating room suddenly went out, and then the door of the operating room was pulled open, and a doctor hurriedly walked out.

Mo Sihan and Zhu Wuwu were breathless, and quickly surrounded them: "Doctor, how is the operation?"