Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
[You can’t bla society when you’re tired]’s frustration mounted as the old man continued to harass her at the hospital.
“Dr. Chen,” she pleaded, “is the old man delusional, or is he trying to scam ?”
The old man camped outside the hospital entrance, beyond their jurisdiction.
Security couldn’t remove him, and at his age, forceful asures were out of the question.
Having to warn him off repeatedly was exhausting; even just hearing his constant warnings was annoying.
“Let assure you,” Chen Yu said calmly, “the old man is neither crazy nor dishonest.”
“Everything he said is true?” [You can’t bla society when you’re tired] shot up, alard.
“So, I’m truly dood to a violent death?”
“In a way,” Chen Yu admitted with a nod, “the old man sees a reflection of his younger self in you. Both of you are selfless helpers, putting others before yourselves.”
“When he was young,” Chen Yu continued, “his reckless disclosures of many secrets to the future tore his family apart, leaving him holess. Seeing you, he saw a chance to redeem himself at life’s end.”
A knock interrupted him. [You can’t bla society when you’re tired] rushed to open the door.
“Dr. Fan,” a nurse said, “ti to collect the fee for Bed 508. Your usual approach?”
“Sa as always,” Dr. Fan replied. “Deduct it from my card.”
She reached for her wallet and a gold card, but the nurse hesitated.
“The patient is terminal. The best dicine or equipnt won’t change his outco. Perhaps informing his family about ho care would be best.”
“He has no ho.” [You can’t bla society when you’re tired] pursed her lips. “Discharging him ans abandoning him.”
“Just pay the fee,” she said firmly. “Maintain the treatnt plan.”
“Dr. Fan,” the nurse countered, “there’s a limit. Your wealth can’t help everyone. Every ti you encounter a struggling patient, you can’t cover the costs all on your own. This isn’t sustainable.”
The nurse left after saying that.
“Is she paying for soone’s treatnt?” Soone in the chat asked.
“Clearly not the first ti,” another agreed. “She truly treats dicine as her calling.”
“No wonder her family gives her a five-million-yuan monthly allowance. An average doctor would be bankrupt by now by covering their patient’s fee.”
“Her good intentions are admirable, but publicizing them might pressure other doctors,” soone cautioned. “Being a doctor is a profession, not a moral crusade.”
“Praise is good, but advocacy is not. We can help when possible, but not all doctors have families who own gold mines.”
The viewers felt a warmth amidst the emotional rollercoaster.
There were no inherently noble professions, only noble people.
Suddenly, a fan sent a ssage, asking [You can’t bla society when you’re tired] about the patient’s illness.
“Cancer,” she replied, her voice heavy.
A collective gasp filled the chat. Just recently, soone Chen Yu knew had been diagnosed with gallbladder cancer.
dically savvy viewers inford others that gallbladder cancer had an abysmal survival rate.
Late-stage cases rarely survive a year.
“Dr. Chen has a special gallbladder cancer treatnt!” soone exclaid.
“Yes, of course! Dr. Chen let the patient pay in installnts for this magical cure!”
[You can’t bla society when you’re tired] was shocked. “Dr. Chen, do you really have a special gallbladder cancer dicine?”
“Yes,” Chen Yu confird without hesitation.
Elated by the news of a potential cure, [You can’t bla society when you’re tired] overlooked the gravity of her situation.
“That’s amazing!”
Gallbladder cancer is a brutal disease. Not only was the survival rate low, but patients also suffered imnsely throughout their illness, both physically and emotionally.
The cost of treatnt was often astronomical, leading to financial ruin and broken families.
Just last month, the patient in question had lost his wife and child, who could no longer bear the burden.
Understanding the situation, she decided to use her own money despite the unlikelihood of a cure and the certainty of financial loss.
Fueled by the information from his viewers and Chen Yu’s confirmation of a “special dicine,” [You can’t bla society when you’re tired]’s optimism soared.
“Dr. Chen, how much does this special dicine cost?” She asked eagerly. “Can
I buy so for this patient?”
“Rember why you ca to in the first place?” Chen Yu inquired coolly, arms crossed.
“Of course. The old man warned of a bloody disaster that could endanger my life.”
“Now,” Chen Yu pointed out, “you face a real life-or-death situation.”
“Buying this dicine,” Chen Yu continued gravely, “would bring about that bloody disaster you were warned about.”
[You can’t bla society when you’re tired]’s heart sank, the news hitting her like a lightning bolt.
The viewers were equally confused.
How could buying dicine to save a life lead to his own demise?
It seed illogical.
“So, buying the dicine ans I lose my life?” [You can’t bla society when you’re tired] stamred, confused.
“Let’s talk about this,” Chen Yu said. “How much has the patient spent on his treatnt?”
“Over a million, at least,” [You can’t bla society when you’re tired] estimated after a mont’s thought.
“And how long has this treatnt been going on?”
“Almost a year.”
“The cancer has taken everything from him—his savings, his ho, even his family. Every day, he endures unimaginable pain.”
“Now, imagine yourself in his shoes. Could you stay optimistic?”
“Probably not…”
Putting herself in the patient’s situation, she realized optimism would be a struggle.
With no improvent despite financial ruin and constant suffering, most patients would crave an end to their misery.
“Imagine telling a patient on the brink of despair that a cure exists,” Chen Yu explained. “Imagine telling them their illness can be cured in minutes for a re 100,000 yuan.”
“Wouldn’t their emotions explode?”
“Wouldn’t their illness and desperation make them lash out at you, their attending doctor?”
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