Late stage? Liver transplant?

When Yang Rong heard these words, her feet softened and she almost fainted. For a moment, her eyes turned dark. After reacting, she hurriedly grabbed the doctor's clothes and asked, "Doctor, my daughter is only six years old,

She is only six years old, this is too cruel, it is too cruel. You can find a way to save her, find a way to save her, and you must save my daughter."

"We can naturally understand your mood. As doctors, we will naturally be responsible for every patient. However, the result of this is the case of your daughter's change to in this situation. Now I won't do liver transplant for your daughter, even if we are very skilled in medical skills,

It's useless, so if you have time to ask me here, why don't you think of a solution quickly? Also, if your daughter has to be hospitalized in the case of her daughter, you should pay the hospitalization fee first?" The doctor said very kindly, but these are the same

To Yang Rong, the words sounded like a bolt from the blue.

After leaving the Lin family for three years, Yang Rong worked hard like a machine, but just Zishan and Zixing's tuition fees, as well as Zixing's medical expenses, her income is really a drop in the bucket, and she can't have any savings at all.

What should I do if Zixing suddenly becomes critically ill again? What should I do if she wants her to do?

After emptied all the money he had on his body, he barely collected enough hospital deposit. The teacher just now paid the treatment fee for Zixing first, and Yang Rong thanked him repeatedly.

Because Zixing had no money, he could only stay in the most ordinary ward. The nurse reminded Yang Rong many times that the child was too young, and many people were very messy in the wards and suggested that they transfer to a single room. Yang Rong naturally thought that it was the most helpless to have the heart but not enough money.

This ward is full of three people, all full, people are in and out in a mess, and this does not affect the sleeping Zixing at all. She lies on the ward with her eyes closed, her face pale, looking at her like this Yang

Rong's tears of distress fell down. Yang Rong held her hand. I don't know how many injections had been given on these little hands. Yang Rong's heart was as if she was stroking her face.

She is only six years old, who will tell her why, why fate is so unfair to a child? She has a congenital disease since she was born, and she has to fight against the disease every day. She has taken up her time in the hospital for six years.

Most of this is called Yang Rong, how can she not feel distressed? She can get any disease, why do she torture her child like this? Why?

Yang Rong could no longer say anything, as if she could not even cry, and there was a kind of pain that was swelling unlimitedly.

"Mom, how is Zixing?" Zishan hurriedly ran in while Yang Rong was sad. Zishan is now eight years old and is already a primary school student. She is still wearing a red scarf on her neck, one left and one right, two right and two

Her ponytail is very cute.

"Zishan, why are you here?" Yang Rong quickly wiped her tears when she saw Zishan coming.

"I went to the kindergarten to pick up Zixing and heard from the teacher there, how is Zixing?" Zishan stood in front of the hospital bed and looked at Zixing with blood-colored face, and shed tears in discomfort.

How is Zixing like? What do you want her to say to Zishan?

Yang Rong tried her best to pretend naturally, wiped her tears again and said, "It's okay, the doctor said it will be fine in a few days. Zishan, you can take care of your sister here first. Mom will come back soon after going out. Don't be messed up.

Run, be good... wait here for my mother to come back, and she will be back in a while."

Zishan is only eight years old now, and she is still a child who cannot be independent. As a mother, she must not leave her and walk away, but Yang Rong really has no choice but to do so.

"Mom, where are you going?" Zishan looked at Yang Rong with watery eyes.

"Isn't Zixing going to be hospitalized? I'll go back to pack my things and come back later. Be good." Yang Rong touched Zishan's little head, and Zishan nodded sensiblely: "Okay, I'll take care of my sister here."

"Yeah, be good." After saying that, Yang Rong lowered her head and kissed Zishan on the face, then turned around and walked out of the ward.

After walking out of the ward, Yang Rong's body convulsed and quickly leaned against the wall. She held the wall tightly with her hands to prevent herself from falling down. She closed her eyes in pain and let her body slowly recover her strength, but the doctor's words seemed to be

The curse echoed in her mind.

In the late stage, liver transplantation is necessary? Life is dangerous?

Liver transplant?

As the saying goes, a long-term illness becomes a good doctor. Since she gave birth to Zixing, she learned that Zixing had this disease, Yang Rong has learned in detail about this disease. She naturally knows that if the disease is serious, she needs a liver transplant, so she has done a match.

Although she is Zixing's biological mother, her HLA is different from Zixing, so she is not qualified to perform liver transplantation on Zixing.

Then who else can't do it? Lin Yancheng, maybe only Lin Yancheng can save her in this world, and there is also the surgery fee, and she can't afford the surgery fee.

The Lin family, the Lin family, and the Lin family, the Lin family that has been missing for three years.

She never wants to step into the Lin family's door again, and she doesn't want to see Lin Yancheng and Rao Xin's disgusting faces again, but now her daughter is in danger. If she doesn't save her, she will be in danger of life. She will be in danger of her daughter's life.

What's more important than this?

This time, as long as Lin Yancheng is willing to save her, she can do anything, and do anything.

Yang Rong had no choice but to go to the Lin family, while Zishan took care of Zixing in front of the hospital bed like a little adult, and carefully wiped her hands and face. Although Zishan was only eight years old, although she was only two years older than Zixing.

But perhaps because of the growing environment, she was very sensible and took care of Zixing like her little mother. She was meticulous. Zixing was in poor health and Zishan had been used to letting her sister take care of her since she was a child.

"Zi Xing, are you awake?" Seeing Zi Xing open her eyes and Zi Shirt asked quickly, "Are you still feeling uncomfortable now?"

Zi Xing, who had just experienced an operation, was very weak. When he woke up, he was not fully awake. He surrounded this place with a sleepy eyes. The hospital, such a familiar place, has almost become her second place.

A home.

"Sister." Zi Xing, who woke up, shouted when he saw Zishan. Zishan nodded, then hurriedly bowed down and hugged Zixing: "Come on, sister, hold you up."

Zishan sat up with Zixing in her arms. Zixing looked sad on her pale little face, and she pouted and cried. Seeing this, Zishan hurriedly asked, "What's wrong, Zixing, are you feeling uncomfortable? I'll go and call immediately

doctor."

"No." Zixing shook her head quickly, she bit her lip and felt very uncomfortable, "It's me that I'm sick and hospitalized again. I don't want to be hospitalized. I hate this place. Sister, can't my illness be cured? Am I forever?

All need to be hospitalized?"

When asked about this, Zi Xing couldn't help but cry. From what she remembered, she had been taking injections and taking medicine endlessly, and she had endless pain treatment. She knew that because she was sick, she was different from other children. I heard that she said

Zishan quickly comforted: "No, Zixing, your illness will be cured, it will definitely be cured! You believe that sister, sister will not lie to you."

Zixing bit her lip and didn't say anything. Seeing her like this, Zishan hurriedly held something from her schoolbag and said with a smile: "Zixing, sister shows you something."

"What's the matter?" Children are always easy to cheat. They were sad just now. Now she heard that Zishan wanted to show her good things and became curious and hurried over to look at her schoolbag.

Zishan took out a certificate from her schoolbag and handed it to Zixing. Zixing was excited and took it over and said, "Draw whatever you want in the city, sister, I can't recognize the words, please read it for me."

"Okay, sister, please read it for you." Zishan took it over and lit it word by word and recited it for Zixing, "The first place in the youth group of the city's painting competition."

"Wow, sister, you got the first place?" I was very excited to hear Zishan recite Zixing like this.

"Yes." Zishan smiled happily, and then said hurriedly, "Show you something again."

As he said that, Zishan took out another painting for Zixing. Zixing opened it and saw that it was a diamond ring. It was very special but a little familiar. He hurriedly asked, "Sister, what is this? This is what you painted.

The first work?”

"No, the first-rate work was framed by the teacher. I drew it myself, and it was also called design. I heard from my mother that Dad used this when he proposed to her."

"Well, I know, Mommy has been wearing it all the time, but now she doesn't have it..."

"Mom said this is a symbol of happiness. As long as you are willing to wear it on your hands, you can get happiness. Drawing this feels like helping others get happiness, and then you will get happiness. I know now. This is called

Jewelry designer, so my wish is to be a jewelry designer when I grow up, so that I can help others get happiness.” The world of children is always simple, maybe it is due to interest, and purple shirts have extraordinary talents

painting and imagination.

"Then I want happiness too, and I also want to wear the diamond ring designed by my sister." Zi Xing couldn't help but his eyes lit up when he heard this.

"Well, Zixing of course needs to be happy!" Zishan smiled and then asked Zixing, "Zixing, what do you have ideals? What do you want to do when you grow up?"

"What do you want to do when you grow up? Well... I think about it." Zixing never thought about this problem. After thinking for a while, she suddenly thought, "By the way, Zixing wants to be a doctor, which can cure many diseases.

Doctor, then there will be no more patients like me.”

After hearing this, Zishan felt sad and smiled again: "Okay, then we all have goals and we have to work hard. In the future, my sister will be a jewelry designer and Zixing will be a doctor."

"Well, okay, then that's it. My sister wants to be a jewelry designer, and Zixing wants to be a great doctor!" Zixing smiled giggled.

"Haha." The two little girls laughed happily.

On the other hand, Yang Rong also arrived at the door of the Lin family. She hadn't been back for three years. The gate of the Lin family villa had been decorated more gorgeously. She was no longer the hostess here. No, it should be said that she was never, she was back now.
Chapter completed!