My Wife Is A Miracle Doctor In The 80s-Chapter 455 - 449: Agree to Donate

455 Chapter 449: Agree to Donate

She knew the medications she mixed herself. If they were ineffective, she wouldn't give them to patients. If they bore heavy side effects, she wouldn't prescribe them for long periods. The ingredients could be found in the hospital pharmacy, so she purchased some there and mixed them herself. It took more time, but nothing compared to the Cold Fragrance Pills. That medication was extraordinary and required perfect timing, location, and patient condition. Missing even one element meant it fell short.

She had tried to gather all the elements for years, but sadly, each year fell short of her hopes. Even to this day, she had not been able to fully gather them.

So, luck truly was crucial. Her own luck was far better than most. At the very least, Chen Zhong had managed to gather all the elements for her in the past. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to be a mobile fragrance.

She changed into her uniform, a neat formal suit, and she could wear it however she liked. But she felt it was more professional to wear it properly. On top, she wore a white lab coat, just like many of the chief hospital's doctors. Regardless of the time, they always looked meticulous. That was the image of the chief hospital. Yes, she is a doctor at the main hospital now. Even just thinking about it excited her.

When she arrived at the hospital, she was assigned to internal medicine, just like in her previous life. She was an internist, but also the youngest doctor here. If one were to talk about seniority, hers would be surprisingly impressive, possibly even more so than many doctors at this hospital. However, it was unfortunate; she was only in her twenties. She was still a girl, a junior doctor, a very junior doctor.

"Yes, it's me, I'm Tang Yuxin," Tang Yuxin leaned against the wall, on her phone. She adapted well to the military hospital, already familiar with the place. The dean took special care of her, so although she couldn't be said to have extraordinary authority there, she had extensive experience. There were others in the hospital older than her and with better medical skills. She was merely a later generation, not particularly ambitious, so her life and work there were both enjoyable.

As for this phone call, it was one she didn't see coming at all.

She had left her bone marrow information at the International Bone Marrow Bank. Originally, it was a decision made in her sophomore year at Qing University. Everyone in her dormitory had done it. They had all registered without much thought, driven by impulse. Now, two years had passed.

To tell the truth, she had forgotten about it entirely. Unexpectedly, the bank called her now, telling her that her marrow was a match for a patient.

They asked whether she would be willing to donate her bone marrow to the patient, a Beijing resident. If she did not donate, his life could only be extended by up to half a year.

"Miss Tang, what is your decision?" The domestic head of the Bone Marrow Genetic Bank asked again when Tang Yuxin didn't respond for a long time. "Please believe us, bone marrow extraction will not harm your health or affect your future life. Could you please consider it? The patient is a young person."

"You don't need to say more," Tang Yuxin interrupted the coaxing about to come from the other side of the line.

"I'm a doctor too. I understand what you mean. I agree to donate my bone marrow."

Yes, she agreed. Because she was a doctor, and she had voluntarily signed that donation consent form. Although she had been tricked into it by several roommates, since she had made that decision and given someone hope, she wanted to uphold that hope. As for the consequences of bone marrow extraction, she was aware of them.

She hung up the phone and put it in her pocket. She couldn't describe what she was feeling. It was a bit heavy, but mostly, it was surprising.

"Are you really going to donate your bone marrow to someone?" Li Jia prodded at the rice in her bowl. "Bone marrow extraction isn't a small matter. It hurts quite a bit." Although she had never experienced it herself, she had seen it done. The marrow was extracted directly from the back. A large, thick needle was inserted into the flesh, and just imagining it made her cringe, let alone having it inserted into a bone.

"It's not as painful as you're imagining it to be. They'll use an anesthetic," Tang Yuxin rubbed her waist. Indeed, she had already prepared herself for the pain. But no matter how painful, she could endure it.

Endure some pain, save a life. It didn't seem like a bad trade.

Li Jia shivered at just the thought of that large, thick needle. But Tang Yuxin made it sound so easy, agreeing to the donation without any hesitation. If it were her, she would need to tell her mother. She was still a child.

But Tang Yuxin had not told anyone about her decision to donate bone marrow. In truth, there was no need to. If she had, her family would absolutely not have agreed. But she was a doctor, and sometimes, to save a life, she knew she would have to pay a price—she had been there before.

She still wanted to save people.

After receiving the news, the patient's party arrived quickly. Within just two days, they had made it to the main hospital.

At that moment, in a hospital room, Qin Ziye laid weakly. Due to chemotherapy, his hair, including his eyebrows, had fallen out. His physical appearance was drastically altered. The only persons who stayed with him were his parents; as for Guan Jing, he didn't blame her.

There's a saying: "Prolonged illness turns son to father." They were only husband and wife, not mother and son. Their emotions weren't intense enough to be willing to live or die for each other.

No, wait, he was willing - but not everyone else might be.

"Don't worry, you'll be alright," Qin's mother patted the back of his hand. "The doctor has agreed to donate bone marrow to you. You won't have any problems, you'll definitely get better."

Qin Ziye only smiled gently, but his smile was weary. He had heard these words too many times.

You'll be fine, you'll get better, you definitely won't have any problems, you'll live to a hundred.

But why would he want to live to a hundred? All these years, he had persisted for Guan Jing. All he wanted was Guan Jing. But his persistence turned into a mockery in the end.

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Behind this mockery was his short life.

Would he be alright? He didn't know.

He closed his eyes in exhaustion. All that remained by his side were his parents.

Tang Yuxin knew that the patient's party had arrived. They had come quicker than she had imagined. Oh, she had forgotten: the patient was also in Beijing. That meant they were close by. She felt fortunate that she maintained a habit from her army days, jogging in the morning. Although she was underweight, her physical condition was excellent.