Chapter 327: 【327】Doctors only discuss illnesses Chapter 327: 【327】Doctors only discuss illnesses Due to multiple myeloma, digestion certainly wasn’t good, and nutrition was deficient. Xiao Yazhi’s face was only the size of a palm, but her belly had enlarged due to the tumors, and she could only wear loose skirts that covered her stomach, shyly hiding in her father’s arms.
Even though she was seriously ill, with her two tiny pigtails, Xiao Yazhi seed like a sprite, her little eyes lively and endearing, invoking pity. How could a father bear to let such a daughter pass away? Desperate to keep his daughter alive, Father Yazhi earnestly pleaded with the doctor, “Dr. Tan, please, you must perform the surgery on my daughter. I’ve heard that after the surgery she might not live very long, but I’ve also read that so have lived to adulthood before passing.”
“That is a very rare case and cannot be used as a standard in dicine,” Tan Kelin’s icy tone doused the patient’s family with cold water.
dical miracles are not sothing even doctors and scientists can understand fully; they can’t tell a patient’s family that their loved one has such a possibility. More often, patients are unlucky, their lives following the probabilities dictated by dical statistics.
Seeing the doctor’s unmoved, frozen expression, Father Yazhi’s face imdiately turned pale, his only support to keep sitting there was, “I know you are a very good doctor, Dr. Tan. That elderly lady before, other hospitals wouldn’t operate on her, but you said yes when she ca to you.”
Upon hearing this, Tan Kelin frowned—unexpectedly, the man had been waiting here so long he had seen everything about the previous patient. Tan wasn’t very keen on accepting the elderly lady, and if it weren’t for his overly enthusiastic student who had to plead with the anesthesiology departnt—he wasn’t sure if they would grant permission for anesthesia.
“I’ve been bringing my daughter to register for a few days now; we ca early this morning to wait for the doctor, so I saw everything,” Father Yazhi emphasized the fact that he witnessed it himself. At the sa ti, it was clear, as the child’s father had run out of money for treatnt and had been unable to buy a scalped ticket, he really did bring his daughter to camp out for registration, managing to get the last number.
The highs and lows of human dramas, as well as genuine sentint, are all contained within hospitals. Those who truly wish to seek treatnt and their family mbers often lack the money; it’s undeniable how detrintal scalpers can be.
Such patients and their families arouse sympathy. Yet, Tan Kelin’s icy gaze did not waver in the slightest, “Capital Children’s Hospital is the best pediatric specialty hospital. You need to listen to the opinions of the specialists there.”
Doctors do not discuss whether a child is cute or not, whether a young age ans they must be saved—they only discuss the illness.
Whether or not an illness can be treated is determined by dicine, not by whether a child is cute or pitiable.
It sounds cruel enough.
Xiao Yazhi lifted her little head from her father’s arms, her small eyes showing a look of shock toward the doctor uncle; fear quickly filled her tiny pupils.
A six-year-old child doesn’t understand everything, knows to fear doctors, fear pain, fear injections and dication, but doesn’t understand death. Where would a child understand death—they probably think it’s similar to being sick, unable to play, not realizing how precious life is.
Now, Yazhi might have grasped what death was from the tone of doctor uncle, her little face turning deadly pale, small tears falling down, her little head burrowing into her father’s chest for warmth: She was very afraid.
Stroking his daughter’s little head, Father Yazhi pleaded, “Dr. Tan, could you please reconsider? My expectations are not high; just like that elderly lady, as long as surgery is possible. I am willing to take a gamble with my daughter’s life, and I absolutely won’t make things difficult for you doctors.”
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