Chapter 1 Diagnosed with a Critical Illness, the panel appears

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"Uncle Wang, is there really no chance?"

Lu Ke looked down at the white coat on the middle-aged man in front of him, and his tone was a little low.

Wang Baifu took the report in his hand, and his brows furrowed into Sichuan characters.

He wanted to comfort the young man in front of him, but after a few glances, he didn't know what to say, so he only sighed heavily.

"Hey, Xiao Lu, your situation Uncle Wang is clear, now the situation is not particularly good, Uncle suggests that you go to the big hospitals in other provinces to check again, maybe our technical means here are relatively poor, maybe our technical means are relatively backward, there are some problems in the inspection, you..."

At this time, Lu Ke had already raised his head, and his eyes looked at Wang Baifu with a somewhat dull gaze.

Wang Baifu, chief physician of the Department of Neurology of Guyu People's Hospital, is in his fifties this year, but because of the mental pressure at work, he looks more like a kind old man in his sixties and seventies.

He is Lu Ke's neighbor, and probably the most powerful person Lu Ke has known in his limited life.

Wang Baifu was stared at by this look, and the words that followed him couldn't be said again, only turned into a long sigh.

Lu Ke was silent for a while, then took a hard breath, and his eyes gradually calmed down: "Uncle Wang, probably... How much longer? ”

Amyotrophic lateral sclerosis, commonly known as ALS, is a chronic and progressive terminal disease.

Compared with diseases such as leukemia and cancer, ALS is more desperate.

While there is no cure for this disease, the patient can feel its development and aggravation at any time.

Each day may be a little weaker than the day before.

Maybe one day I found that I couldn't speak clearly, maybe one day I found that I couldn't get out of bed, maybe one day, even my eyes...

Lu Ke could already feel his legs go limp, though he didn't know if it was an illusion of fear.

Wang Baifu looked at the young man with a calm face in front of him, groaned for a while, and then whispered: "If it's long, three to five years." ”

In the past, these things were told to the patient's family, and then the family decided whether to inform the patient.

But Lu Ke has no relatives.

Wang Baifu knew this, which made it even more difficult.

"Xiao Lu, look at the point, maybe one day this disease can be cured, three or five years is a long time, and now science and technology are developing rapidly...."

Without waiting for Wang Baifu to finish speaking, Lu Ke suddenly showed a bright smile at Wang Baifu: "Uncle Wang, it's okay, maybe this disease will be cured one day?" Right, hahaha! ”

Wang Baifu was stunned, his eyes widened slightly, and he chuckled: "Yes, yes, maybe one day I will be fine." ”

It's just that when he said this, Lu Ke had already turned around and walked away.

Lu Ke has always been a very optimistic person, although this time the truth is a little too desperate, but there is no need to embarrass others for his own suffering, he can see that Wang Baifu has been as tactful as possible.

But this sick king Bai Fu really can't help more.

"Since you can't change it, let's actively enjoy the rest of the time!"

On the way out of the hospital, Lu Ke greeted everyone he passed by very attentively, "Good morning!" ”

This morning, Lu Ke deliberately took half a day off to come to the best hospital in the city to accept the final judgment of fate.

Prior to this, he had already received a diagnosis of "incurable diseases" in a small hospital and a diagnosis of "suspected ALS" in another tertiary hospital in the city.

Then go to the developed provinces and cities to check? Going to Linhai City? Going to Kamikyo City?

Lu Ke walked while silently calculating the accounts.

He now has about 73,000 yuan in cash, which he has saved over the years.

He was an orphan whose parents both died when he was ten years old.

He didn't leave him any assets, not counting those clothes or anything, probably more than a thousand yuan in cash, and a small house that paid half a year's rent.

The location of this small house is very good, about two stops away from Guyu City People's Hospital, and it has become a school district house in recent years.

Fortunately, the landlord Aunt Li is a good person, Lu Ke has been living all these years, Aunt Li has not only never raised the rent, but also from time to time by asking Lu Ke to help him a little, he has been exempted from rent for one year, two months and thirteen days.

500 yuan a month's rent.

If the current normal rent is followed, the house in this area will cost at least more than 1,000 or even 2,000 yuan.

If this is the case, Lu Ke is afraid that he will have to move to the outskirts of the city a long time ago.

On the way home, Lu Ke kept thinking about where to go in the future.

Three or five years.

Very long?

Or is it short?

He didn't know what to do.

The money in his hand is not enough to support him to fulfill any dreams, and he does not have any dreams to fulfill.

If it counts as a good life, is this dream already realized, or is it unreal?

Lu Ke's mind was a mess.

When crossing the street, you even forget to look at the lights.

The red light was shining brightly, and Lu Ke was rushing with his head down, but fortunately he was dragged by a big brother wearing sunglasses.

A sports car whizzed by, about sixty years into its sixties, showing no signs of slowing down, and the blue body almost drove past the landing department.

Don't think about it, the person driving in it must be a cynical rich second generation.

Lu Ke was stunned and was about to thank the big brother, but when he turned around, he disappeared from the person, so he had to give up.

In a trance, he walked back to his residence, a six-story apartment building on the third floor, the golden floor.

Taking out the key from his trouser pocket, Lu Ke opened this small house of more than 40 square meters, barely a two-bedroom apartment, and he has lived in it for more than ten years.

The furnishings in the house have not changed over the years.

A TV that had never been turned on, an empty wooden coffee table, an old sofa that had been somewhat torn to the point of revealing its lining, and a wedding photo hanging on the wall behind it that looked very strange.

The living room window was facing south, and the sun was shining from the east, just in time for the jubilant photograph with a bright red background.

The men and women in the photo are smiling so brightly, they look so similar to Lu Ke, but Lu Ke feels more and more strange when he looks at them.

Closing the door and changing into slippers, Lu Ke sat on the sofa.

While there was silence in my mind, there was a sudden change in front of my eyes.

Lu Ke suddenly shook like rippling water waves in front of him.

Then, a property panel appeared in front of Lu Ke's eyes.

Name: Lu Ke

Physique: 0.76

Essence: 0.58

Ability:

Free points: 0

At first glance, Lu Ke understood the role of this panel.

Although he doesn't play a lot of games, this simple dot panel is still understandable.

Looking at the blank space behind the ability on the panel, Lu Ke smiled silently and bitterly as if he were self-deprecating:

"At the end of the day, I'm still a person who is incapable."

But self-deprecation is only temporary, and the mysterious panel that suddenly appears is obviously not a simple thing.

Perhaps, this thing could save his life?

This suddenly, beyond Lu Ke's cognition, the attribute panel should be regarded as Lu Ke's only lifesaver.

So many powerful and capable people in the world have died of ALS, which is not a disease that can be cured with money.

What's more, he Lu Ke has no money yet.

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