she fell from the galaxy

The day before the operation, Zhu Wuyou went to the temple to burn incense and worship Buddha.

She knelt devoutly in front of the Bodhisattva and muttered to herself for a long time.

What made her feel gratified was that when she asked for a lottery, she got the lottery, which made her feel at ease a lot.

When people are unable to fight against fate, they will find a belief to comfort their souls.

Not long after Zhu Wuyou returned to the hospital from the temple, she received a call from Dr. Bai asking her to go to his office.

When she went in, she saw Mo Sihan, Doctor Bai, and another doctor in a white coat were present.

The doctor in the white coat was about 50 years old, half of his hair was white, he looked kindly, and he looked like a miracle doctor.

Zhu Wuyou also observed that the doctor's earlobes were larger than the average person's, which reminded her of the Bodhisattva in the temple, and inexplicably developed a slight liking for him.

Dr. Bai took the initiative to introduce: "President Mo, Mrs. Mo, let me introduce you. This is Professor Tan, a Chinese doctor hired by our hospital from abroad with a lot of money. Professor Tan is an expert in this field and is known as the "father of transplantation." "It is said that it is very appropriate for him to be the attending physician of the child's operation."

"Hello, Dr. Tan, I'm counting on you for this child's operation." Zhu Wuyou reached out to shake his hand expectantly.

At this moment, in Zhu Wuyou's eyes, he was like a savior.

People have to rely on others for things they can't do, so who can specialize in art?

Dr. Tan reached out to shake her hand politely, and said humbly, "You're welcome, Mrs. Mo, I will do my best."

Mo Sihan, who had been in the top position for a long time, did not feel this way.

"If you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight."

Mo Sihan hoped that his title of "Father of Transplantation" would be worthy of his name, rather than a false one.

"Professor Tan, what do you think is the success rate of this operation?" Mo Sihan's question was a little serious.

Professor Tan answered him solemnly: "At present, the bone marrow donated by the donor has 8 matching points. Compared with the donor with 10 matching points, there is still a certain surgical risk. The success rate of the operation is about 40.00% to 60.00%. between."

The success rate of the operation was not too high, and Mo Sihan was faintly worried.

Mo Sihan's eyes revealed a look of worry: "What exactly do you mean by risk?"

"Of course, if there is no special situation after the operation and the hematopoietic reconstruction goes well, the success rate of the operation will be very high. However, the most feared thing in this kind of operation is the following two situations. The first is postoperative infection , especially the emergence of lung infection and complications; another is that the patient's body has a severe rejection reaction, and once these two conditions occur, the situation will become very serious." Professor Tan's explanation is very clear and clear.

Zhu Wuyou felt a chill run down her spine, and a sense of fear made her at a loss what to do.

To be honest, there are risks of surgery, but as a parent of a child, it is difficult to accept such a straightforward statement.

"Is there no better way?" Mo Sihan frowned, as if he was unwilling to take this risk, and he couldn't accept such a statement.

The little youth group is his life, and Mo Sihan will never allow the child to have the slightest mistake.

If possible, it is natural to minimize the risk.

Professor Tan explained: "Actually, the success rate of umbilical cord blood hematopoietic stem cells combined with haploidentical bone marrow transplantation is higher, generally above 60.00%. Unfortunately, we did not find a similar transplant in the cord blood bank. Matched cord blood."
Professor Tan added: "The main problem now is that according to the development of the patient's condition, after discussion, our expert group agreed that the child's operation time should not be delayed any longer."

The sound fell, and the people present fell into silence at the same time.

That being the case, bone marrow transplantation is the only viable option right now.

I thought the child just had a common cold and fever, but unexpectedly the child's illness has become so serious.

In the face of disease, human beings seem so helpless.

The air in the office was once stagnant, and the atmosphere was oppressive and stuffy.

Dr. Bai hurriedly found a topic to ease the embarrassment: "President Mo, Mrs. Mo, in fact, you don't have to worry too much. The healing power of this kind of disease has improved a lot. If the child's operation goes well tomorrow, I will wait for a while in the purification room." You can be transferred to a general ward in about a month, and you can go home after another three months of treatment. We have to think about the good in everything, right?"

Who says it's not, now I can only think about the bright side.

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The half-hour preoperative talk was over, and Mo Sihan and Zhu Wuyou walked out of the office one after the other.

The expressions on the faces of both of them were very dignified, and all their worries were written on their faces.

Especially Mo Sihan, whose face was so black that ink dripped out, it felt like the sky was about to fall.

A person like Mo Sihan who has everything he needs can only feel the sky is falling when facing the life and death of his relatives.

I remember the first time Mo Sihan felt this way was when his father passed away suddenly.

At that time, both the company and the family were in chaos.Mo Sihan was ordered to stand up when he was in danger, but he still felt that his spine was about to be broken.

The second time was when his mother jumped off the building. Mo Sihan watched the moment when his mother fell. The sense of powerlessness and fear made him feel as if he had fallen into an abyss, as if he had also gone to hell.

Excluding the time when the old man passed away, this is the most recent time. I thought the child had just a common cold and fever, but I didn't expect that the peaceful years of the family of three were broken by a medical certificate.

Mo Sihan will never forget the horrible scene when the child had a bone marrow biopsy: several nurses held the child's hands and feet, and the thick needle pierced into the child's body. Mo Si was heartbroken and almost rushed in to beat someone.

Now, a new challenge is coming soon. Tomorrow is the day when the child will undergo surgery.

How much Mo Sihan hoped that the child would get through this difficult time safely.

Although he was an atheist, this time he was extremely devout and wanted to kneel down and beg the blessing of the Bodhisattva.

The atmosphere of silence was broken by Zhu Wuyou's words, and Zhu Wuyou called to stop Mo Sihan.

"Let's go to see the child together later, the child hopes to see both parents."

"Okay." Mo Sihan replied calmly.

Looking at the window, Xiao Qingtuan lay quietly on the hospital bed and slept with his eyes closed.

She's not doing well today, she's been sleeping almost the whole time.

The nurse took her temperature every half hour.

Zhu Wuyou was a little sad watching it, and said to himself with tears: "Yesterday, Xiaoqingtuan said that she wanted to go home, eat the dumplings I made, and said she wanted that bed at home."

Mo Sihan's throat choked, and his voice was low: "Yes."

He was very disturbed in his heart, although his hands were in his trouser pockets, his clenched fists made noises.

It can be seen that he is more worried about the child than anyone else.

Zhu Wuyou and Xiao Qingtuan didn't get along for a long time, she was already so sad, it was hard to imagine how anxious Mo Sihan, a slave to his daughter, would be at this moment.

During lunch time, Yan Qing called Mo Sihan to say that the meal was ready.

Zhu Wuyou didn't have much appetite to eat, but Mo Sihan pulled him over.

The lunch at noon has shrimp, chicken soup and refreshing green leafy vegetables.

Zhu Wuyou casually ate a few mouthfuls of rice and green leafy vegetables, and couldn't eat anymore.

Mo Sihan stopped his chopsticks and asked her, "Don't you like shrimp? Or are you too lazy to peel them?"

Zhu Wuyou said perfunctorily, "I don't like to eat."

"I remember that you seem to like shrimp very much. If you want to eat wontons, you have to order fresh shrimp wontons." Mo Sihan ruthlessly exposed her lie.

Zhu Wuyou sighed: "Then I'll just peel it off lazily."

Mo Sihan put on disposable gloves, peeled the prawns for her himself, and put them in her bowl.

Zhu Wuyou raised his eyes and glanced at him thoughtfully, with a hint of flattery in it.

If she remembered correctly, it seemed like the first time anyone had peeled shrimp for her.

While peeling the prawns for her, Mo Sihan urged: "Eat more, and drink the chicken soup in a while. Tomorrow's operation is just the beginning, and postoperative care is a tough battle. The more the child needs us When the time comes, we as parents must not fall down."

Zhu Wuyou nodded: "I know."

"I heard you went to the temple to ask for a lottery today?" Mo Sihan gave Zhu Wuyou a sideways look.

Zhu Wuyou answered lightly: "Yes."

Mo Sihan asked, "What sign?"

Zhu Wuyou replied: "Sign up."

This should be the happiest thing Mo Sihan heard today. The last time was when Dr. Bai called to say that a donor had been found.

Mo Sihan parted his lips and smiled faintly: "With your good words, the child's operation tomorrow will be successful."

In the eyes of outsiders, the couple seems to have reconciled, at least Yan Qing thinks so.

But the reality is that what they are doing now is nothing more than a special moment based on special circumstances.

……

The next day.

It has been raining in Jincheng since early in the morning.

Mo Sihan and Zhu Wuyou have been staring at the operating light since they were stopped outside the operating room. The operating light outside the operating room is always on. Such a scene gives people a feeling of unreality.

In the operating room, Xiao Qingtuan was sent to the purification chamber on the transplant floor.

As time passed by, Mo Sihan stared at the door, feeling his heart beating wildly, and the inexplicable sense of fear almost burst his chest.

It is obvious that his child's life and death are unknown inside, but he can't do anything.

Mo Sihan didn't sit or stand, he paced back and forth in the corridor.

At this time, he may not even realize how much fear he has in his heart.

The air conditioner in the hospital was extremely cold today, and Zhu Wuyou's hands and feet were freezing and cold. Under the high tension, her brain would feel dizzy from time to time.

Zhu Wuyou's face was pale, and he held the lottery that he went to the temple to ask for in his hand, praying silently in his heart.

After an unknown amount of time, the lights in the operating room suddenly went out, and then the door of the operating room was opened, and a doctor came out in a hurry.

Mo Sihan and Zhu Wuyou were breathless, and quickly surrounded him: "Doctor, how is the operation going?"