Chapter 771: Song Xuan's Despair

Yang Zimei pushed open the door of the ward, and saw Song Xuanzheng standing in front of the window wearing light blue hospital clothes.
He hadn't seen him for a week, and his whole body seemed to have lost a lot of weight, making the uniform look a bit empty.
The hair under the sun appeared a little bit pale.
Seeing his back, Yang Zimei's heart was sour, and a layer of mist hit the bottom of his eyes.
"Mr. Song--"
Yang Zimei stepped forward and called gently.
Song Xuan turned back ...
His originally moist face had become thin and visible, his eye sockets had sunk, the scum appeared, and his face was squinting.
"I'm coming."
Yang Zimei's voice choked.
Song Xuanchao smiled slightly, her smile was a bit broken and reluctant, "Oh, Xiaomei, you are here, hard work, sit down."
Yang Zimei sat down in the chair beside him.
Song Xuan sat on the opposite bed, looked at her, and asked softly, "Did you eat?"
"I'm not hungry."
Yang Zimei shook her head. "Mr. Song, are you doing chemotherapy?"
"The doctor said that it is not used at the moment. He is doing red blood cell activation therapy. If it is successful, it will be easy to recover health. If not, ..."
Song Xuan said sadly, "May start to worsen in three months."
"Mr. Song, I will not make your condition worse. If you believe me and are willing to cooperate with my treatment, you should be able to activate red blood cells in a month."
That day, Lei split the Taoist Temple, and Yang Zimei also found an ancient medicine in the ruins, which contains acupuncture methods for treating sepsis.
After studying for one night, Yang Zimei did experiments for a few days with mice, and found that the effect was very good. Therefore, she was confident to come to Song Xuan.
Looking at her firm eyes, Song Xuan nodded unconsciously, "I believe you! Zimei, I don't want to stay in the hospital anymore, I want you to treat me specially."
"Why? I'm still thinking about acupuncture combined with hospital treatment." After all, there has not been a real clinical trial. It is only tested on mice, which is related to Song Xuan's life. Yang Zimei is not so confident.
"It is impossible for the hospital to let you participate in the treatment and cooperation, I can only choose one. The treatment for these days, I really do not feel any effect, only despair every day."
Song Xuan looked at her, "This despair made me sleepless day and night, I really want to die. Xiaomei, Luo Bai's condition was so serious that day, it was also sent to the hospital, but you can save him with only a few needles I am a blood cancer. Letting the hospital treat it will only extend my pain infinitely. Let me watch the deaths of the same terminally ill patients around me. The kind of psychological pressure can't bear it. I might as well follow you calmly. Treatment, leave fate to you. If the treatment is unsuccessful, I also believe that you can let me die with dignity, instead of losing all my hair and having black spots on my face, making you look like a human, and a ghost Ghost-like death ... "
Listening to his words, Yang Zimei's heart broke.
Yes, unlimited chemotherapy, for terminally ill patients, is only painful and not much hope.
Song Xuan's current situation has not been worsened. His silver needles, combined with the vitality of marrow washing, should be able to activate his red blood cells, which died of radiation.
Lin Qingmei had three months to give birth. She had to hurry before that to keep him healthy, and not to have Fatty face the plight of his father as soon as he was born.