Hearing his colleagues making snide remarks here, Zhang Hao was sowhat displeased.
"What are you all talking about? It’s not necessarily the child’s fault. Parents should have taken precautions early on, and I hope the child’s test results aren’t as serious as imagined."
After a series of tests, the child’s mother brought her son to Zhang Hao again.
Zhang Hao took a look at the test results and gasped.
He had thought the situation wouldn’t be as bad as imagined, but the actual results turned out to be even worse.
This left Zhang Hao in silence, while the child’s mother began to panic, like a headless fly.
"Mr. Zhang, is there any hope for my child? He still has to get married and have children in the future," she said.
Zhang Hao looked at the report and sighed, "The situation is much more serious than we thought. Do you know when he started showing these symptoms?"
"He said it started around the Chinese New Year, so it’s been a few months," the mother replied.
Seeing that a small holiday was approaching, Zhang Hao could roughly figure out how much ti had passed.
"I can’t treat this condition here, take him to pediatrics, the doctors there should have a way," Zhang Hao said.
The child’s mother had thought that Zhang Hao could give her a solution.
But it turned out he said he couldn’t treat it.
For the child’s mother, this felt like the sky had fallen, but fortunately, Zhang Hao pointed her in a direction.
He suggested she go to the pediatrics departnt.
"Mr. Zhang, at pediatrics, can they improve my son’s condition?" the mother asked.
Zhang Hao couldn’t be certain if the condition could be improved at this point.
"You should take him there first. I practice traditional Chinese dicine for adults here, and there are many things that pediatrics needs to pay attention to, which I’m not familiar with."
The woman knew Zhang Hao was looking out for their best interest, so she didn’t insist on him treating her son and quickly took the child to pediatrics.
Watching the child’s mother so anxious, Zhang Hao was still a bit worried and hurriedly made a phone call to pediatrics.
He briefly explained the situation to the head of pediatrics, implicitly asking them to do their best to help.
If there really was no way to treat it, then they would have to tell her the hard truth.
The patients who ca after weren’t as serious—just so minor headaches and fever or chronic diseases that had been lingering for a long ti.
By the ti work was over, He Qianhui ca to the hospital to pick him up, and as they were leaving, they saw the woman hurrying by with her child.
Zhang Hao recognized her, but the mother seed to be in such a rush that she didn’t look around and didn’t notice Zhang Hao.
Moreover, Zhang Hao was now dressed in casual clothes, having taken off his white coat.
He Qianhui was indifferent; in her eyes, all the patients and their families who ca to the hospital were always in a rush.
After all, in the hospital, ti equals life. A second sooner the patient receives treatnt, a second further away from death they can be.
When Zhang Hao got ho, he suddenly received a phone call from the head of pediatrics.
About that woman’s child, pediatrics also had no solutions, so they suggested that they go to City Hospital for further consultation.
At City Hospital, there are more dical resources and all the doctors are professors.
There might just be an expert who can solve the problem.
Zhang Hao was very curious, what exactly was wrong with the child, and why had it beco like this? If it couldn’t be treated,
then when the child grew up and wanted to love and marry, wouldn’t he be unable to experience the joy of being with soone he loves?
If that were the case, what would be the aning of life?
However, the pediatric departnt head did say that if City Hospital can’t resolve the issue, then the only option would be to look for help at another major hospital.
Zhang Hao wasn’t sure about the odds at another major hospital, but the one thing he was grateful for was his own experience at fourteen or fifteen years old.
He hadn’t peeked at those DVDs his parents hid in the lowest drawer, which he thought odd at the ti.
He couldn’t understand why the n and won on the covers were naked and why they were all blond-haired, blue-eyed foreigners.
If he had let curiosity get the better of him and watched those DVDs, maybe he would’ve found himself in the sa situation as the little boy.
Of course, he would naturally never tell outsiders about these things, but then again, which kid hasn’t gone through that phase?
As Zhang Hao was lost in thought, He Qianhui walked over, holding a cucumber that was still dripping with water.
She broke off half and handed it to him, "The cucumbers I bought today are really fresh and sweet."
Zhang Hao opened his mouth and took the cucumber, biting it in half.
Without forgetting to send a ssage to the pediatric departnt head, He Qianhui watched him do so, and suddenly her mischievous side kicked in.
With her hand, she gripped the other end of the cucumber and yanked it outwards.
Zhang Hao, cucumber clenched between his teeth, was pulled forward by her tug.
Then He Qianhui pushed forward, but Zhang Hao quickly realized sothing was off.
Looking up at her, he said unclearly, "What are you doing?"
He Qianhui giggled, "What could I possibly be doing? What’s wrong, are you not happy that I’m feeding you a cucumber?"
"If you’re so unhappy eating it, then forget it, I won’t bother with you anymore. Tonight, we’re having noodles with soybean paste."
After saying that, He Qianhui turned and went into the kitchen, ignoring Zhang Hao.
It wasn’t until the fragrance of the minced at wafted from the kitchen that Zhang Hao snapped back to reality.
By the ti he got to the kitchen, dinner was almost ready.
He wasn’t needed to help at all.
"You know to co and help now? Too bad, you’ve missed your chance. Hurry up and carry these dishes over, it’s almost ti to eat."
After He Qianhui spoke, Zhang Hao imdiately began carrying bowls and chopsticks to the table.
Actually, even if he had shown up earlier, there wouldn’t have been much for Zhang Hao to do.
Who would have thought he wasn’t able to move around well now.
"Wait until my legs get better, and I’ll cook a feast for you," Zhang Hao said.
He Qianhui couldn’t help but laugh at his words, "The feast you cook, I’m afraid only you can eat it. I wouldn’t dare try it."
"Before eating, I’ll need to buy insurance for myself. Who should I put as the beneficiary?"
"If I put you, do you think the insurance company will suspect you intentionally hard ?"
Hearing her distrust in his cooking skills, Zhang Hao laughed and said, "How can you say that? Although my cooking isn’t heavenly divine..."
"...it’s not hellish either, right? You’re making sad with what you’re saying."
He Qianhui served him so noodles and ladled a spoonful of minced at on top.
Bringing it before him, she said, "Eat up, can anything actually keep your mouth shut?"
Halfway through the al, the hospital’s work group chat suddenly started buzzing.
Zhang Hao hastily put down his utensils. As a mber of the hospital, he needed to keep an eye on any activity in the work group.
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