Chapter 5 — When I Left The Consultation, The Whole Hospital Was Panic

That man who was always neat, calm and majestic now looked extremely pathetic. His whole body was soaked. The expensive suit was wrinkled and stuck to the body. Messy hair constantly dripping water. His face was as pale as paper. His eyes were bloodshot from staying awake. The whole body trembled uncontrollably. It was the appearance of someone who had been completely crushed by fear and despair. I stood still for a few seconds. Finally still open. As soon as the door opened. A stream of cold air carrying the smell of rainwater immediately rushed in. As soon as Director Tran saw me, he was like a drowning man reaching for a stake. He rushed forward and grabbed my hand tightly. The hand is cold as ice. However, the tightening force was terrifyingly strong. So strong that I felt like my wrist bones were about to be crushed.

“Doctor Lam…”

“Please... please save my son!”

His voice was hoarse. Each word seemed to be forced out of my throat. Bringing with it an irrepressible sob. I was completely stunned. In my impression. Director Tran has always been someone who wouldn't change his appearance even if the mountain collapsed in front of him. Even when faced with the most serious medical incident. Or the patient's family members are the hardest to deal with. He had never failed like that before. Just for a short time. The man in front of him seemed to have aged ten years. He is no longer the majestic leader he once was. Just a desperate father about to lose his son.

“Director Tran, calm down first.”

“Slowly tell me what happened.”

I tried to withdraw my hand. But he tightened his grip. The voice is confused and broken. It took me a while to piece the whole thing together. His only son. The ten year old boy I met once at the hospital's year-end party. Sudden onset of serious illness. Continuous high fever that does not go down. Bleeding spots appear all over the body of unknown cause. The functions of many internal organs are depleting at an extremely rapid rate. The First People's Hospital held a top-level consultation. Gathering almost all leading experts in the institute. Use all possible measures. But the cause of the disease cannot be determined. Medical records are sent everywhere. From leading domestic hospitals to famous medical centers abroad. But the answer received was almost identical. There is no more hope.

“It is an extremely rare blood disease…”

“It is also possible that an unknown virus causes an immune storm…”

Director Tran's voice was so trembling that he could barely form a sentence.

“Everyone said they couldn't be saved anymore…”

“Everyone gave up…”

“But I remember something!”

He suddenly raised his head. Bloodshot eyes stared at me. Inside is the last ray of hope, almost crazy.

“Three years ago you wrote a research article on a special treatment plan for Hemophagocytic Syndrome, right?”

“That research paper was so advanced and the risks were so great that it was never published!”

My heart suddenly sank. Unexpectedly, he still remembers. That is truly the project that I am most interested in. Also my boldest research. A special method of purification and immune regeneration. For patients with extremely severe hemophagocytic syndrome. Cases that are completely resistant to conventional treatment. But This technique requires too much. From the moment of intervention. To the doctor's judgment. Everything must be almost absolutely accurate. Just a little bit off. Patients may die more quickly. Therefore, that work always stopped at the theoretical research stage.

“I asked everyone!”

“Not just the East China region!”

“But perhaps in the whole country…”

“The only person who can carry out that plan is you!”

“Lin So Ha!”

“I beg you!”

“Only you can save the boy!”

Speaking of this. His legs suddenly felt weak. The man over fifty years old knelt down straight in front of me. The cold rainwater soaked his knees. Also splashed on my house slippers. I stood dumbfounded. Look at the man who once sat in a high position at the top. Each decided my future. Once pushed me to be a sacrifice to protect myself. Now he's kneeling at my feet like a beggar. Cry until you can't make a sound.

“It's me, the bastard!”

“It's my fault to you!”

“What happened at that time was that I did not dare to take responsibility!”

“It's because I'm afraid of offending others!”

“I pushed you out to be a substitute!”

“I'm not human!”

“I deserve to die!”

"You can hit me! You can scold me!"

“But please…”

“Please respect an innocent child!”

“Save it!”

“He's only ten years old!”

“He is my only child!”

He just raised his hand and slapped himself in the face.