Beidou Continent

In fact, Wei Zi knew that she would never become a real doctor. The complicated bacterial colonies and busy life in the hospital would definitely wear down her fragile heart. Even when Xiaohua was beaten, Grandpa Xiaohua used countless ancient and modern secret recipes to help her regulate her body, so that her heart, which has one more hole than ordinary people, can last longer. However, many strangely thin visceral walls precluded the possibility of repair surgery, and the one-in-a-million rare blood type made transplantation difficult. Without Grandpa Hua's panacea, maybe she would have disappeared from this world long ago. But now, the long wait has worn away Grandpa's confidence. Her increasingly weak body has made Grandpa start to be afraid. For Wei Zi, Grandpa even went against himself. With his true intention, he began to step into the gray area of ​​organ transplantation.

"Wei Zi, we have found the heart you need. The overall matching rate is 96%. Your Grandpa Hua said the success rate of the operation is greater than 80%.%"An old man in gray clothes and cloth shoes walked slowly into Wei Zi's bedroom. His gray hair was neatly tied behind his head, revealing his forehead that was no longer smooth but still full. Under his gray eyebrows were two divine eagle eyes, but At this moment, these eyes were obviously troubled. The girl in purple clothes on the bed put down the lone copy of the medical classics she was reading, and listened to her grandfather speaking in a voice without excitement about the good news she had been waiting for her whole life. Although her life was only 14 years old, she couldn't help but understand. She knows what grandpa is busy with recently."Is he really hopeless?" Wei Zi asked her grandfather intently, her clear eyes as pure as water. The old man's brows furrowed more and more. This old man who had been upright all his life knew from the beginning that he could not get around this problem. But he still did not answer directly:"He also has a negative blood type. After the second bone marrow transplant failed, the doctor said that the 3-month survival rate was less than 1%. It has been more than two months now.""Grandpa, can I meet him?"Although it was a question, a pair of beautiful eyes under the eyebrow-cut bangs shone with determination. After a long silence, Grandpa sighed and agreed,"He lives in Room 101 of Wei Hospital. The old man added,"Remember, you are grandpa's only child.""

When you walk into the Wei Building, the hospital is on the top floor of the building. This is a private hospital with complete qualifications but not open to the public. Walking out of the exclusive elevator, a semicircular nurse station divides the area on both sides into two parts. On the left are six There are a VIP ward and two medical lounges, and on the right are nine diagnosis and treatment rooms, operating rooms or laboratories, large and small. There are not many people on the floor at this time, and two senior nurses at the nurse station are staring at The screen monitors the real-time data of the patient in the ward. Wei Zi knows that under the insistence of Grandpa Hua and her, except for very few medical staff on duty, the main medical staff in the hospital are usually invisible. They either stay in the laboratory or are on duty in other hospitals, but they have all signed a contract to be on call 24 hours a day. As long as the hospital needs it, unless a first-level surgery is in progress, these contracted doctors and nurses must appear at the nurse station as soon as possible. Grandpa told him more than once that doctor is a profession that needs to be polished, and difficult and complicated diseases are the best whetstones. Books alone cannot teach doctors who can save lives, so even if Wei Zi read all his Medical books, pharmacopoeia, and ancient law books, he did not recognize Wei Zi's ability to practice medicine to help the world. Walking to the door of ward 101, grandpa knocked on the door lightly, waited for someone to say"please come in", and then pushed the door open. This was a square room. The suite has excellent lighting. The bright sunlight shines through the gauze curtains and onto the white sheets. A movable in vitro multi-system monitoring device is working quietly beside the bed. There is no flickering screen. The reading screen is presented to the nurse. This was obviously to allow the patient to have a better rest. At this time, a young man with a somewhat pale face was half-lying on the bed. His thin face had a sharp outline, and his lips were pressed tightly under the high bridge of his nose. , but glowing with a strange cherry purple color. The boy's eyes are not very big, and unlike Wei Zi's black and round eyes, his eye sockets are narrow and long, with a pair of amber eyes deeply embedded in them, and the blue-black eye sockets reveal a touch of exhaustion."Hello, my name is Wei Zi."Stepping forward, Wei Zi stretched out her right hand."It's a pity that my name is not Yao Huang. The boy half-smiled,"I know you, you are its owner." The boy pointed to his heart."At least not yet." Wei Zi frowned slightly,"Why?""Without any elaboration, Wei Zi asked straight to the point. She came here to ask this question clearly. Without a reasonable explanation, she would not be able to accept the heart of a living person in any case, even if she could wait longer. Not much more."Because I was about to die," the boy did not pretend to be confused. He knew what Wei Zi was asking."The doctor said I won't see the next full moon, so don't worry, you are not the executioner. I have signed the consent form for euthanasia and organ donation. After it is determined that I am brain dead, you can perform a transplant."The boy's voice was strangely calm, and even a little teasing, as if he was telling someone else's things."You just need to tell me when you need me to die."