Kunshi, in a community in the east of the city.
Zhao Xia lay straight on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, looking lost.
There was no light in the room, and a ray of light shone in from the window, reflecting on half of her numb face.
On the cell phone beside the pillow, there were constant beeps of 'didi' messages.
But she didn't realize it, and her mind kept replaying the scene of meeting the doctor in the afternoon.
"Zhao Xia, right? You have advanced uremia, the dialysis effect is not ideal, and your condition has begun to worsen."
"Without a kidney transplant, he might not survive more than a year."
"Ah? Doctor, is there any news about the kidney source?"
"terribly sorry……"
The words "I can't live more than a year" and "I'm sorry" kept replaying in her mind, completely occupying her entire mind.
Until a knock on the door brought her back to reality.
"Xiaoxia, it's time to eat."
Zhao Xia remained motionless, neither getting up nor speaking.
After a while, a soft sigh sounded outside the door, the footsteps gradually moved away, and the room became quiet again.
However, Zhao Xia knew that her parents would come over and ask her to eat, so there was no point in continuing to lie down.
Lying in bed like this, feeling sorry for yourself and giving up on yourself, has no meaning to your condition.
People still have to save themselves.
She calmed down, picked up her phone, and opened a patient QQ group called "It's So Good to Be Alive."
There are more than 400 people in this group, all of whom are terminally ill. They don't have much time left, so they hug each other to keep each other warm and spend the last time.
She only joined this group after being introduced by others.
However, she didn't come here just to hug each other for warmth, she had her own purpose.
Zhao Xia thought for a moment and typed in the input box.
"Marriage notice, female, 25, native of Kunming, not single, terminal uremia, now looking for a male patient to get married. After he passes away, I hope to accept his kidney transplant as my wife, and I will also I am responsible for taking care of his parents and providing for him until his death. Specific details can be signed in a prenuptial agreement, and I am willing to assume all legal responsibilities."
After typing this sentence, she was silent for a long time, feeling mixed, a little ashamed and a little uneasy, so she added the last sentence.
"After marriage, I will give the other party the best care! In order to live, please forgive me for being humble and dirty!"
After checking it again and confirming that it was correct, she closed her eyes, gritted her teeth and sent it out.
The originally lively group of patients fell silent for an instant.
After a few seconds, like water dripping into a pan of oil, the whole group was boiling.
"I'll go, is it true or not?"
"Is there still such an operation?"
"Is the beauty avatar yours?"
"It seems quite sincere."
"Is it really not a joke?"
"Honestly, equal rights and responsibilities, if it can really be achieved, would be a good deal."
"I was going to die. It would be a waste to burn my kidneys properly. It would be okay if I could get someone to take care of my parents in their old age."
"Hey, he is also a poor man who was forced to take a wrong approach."
To Zhao Xia's surprise, no one blamed her. Instead, many people sighed and expressed sympathy for her.
Wandering on the edge of the cliff of death, they all know that when a person is driven by a strong desire to survive, he can do anything outrageous.
What's more, the conditions given by Zhao Xia are actually not selfish and belong to reciprocal exchange.
Many terminally ill patients are only children. Their only worry is that after they pass away, who will take care of their parents when they grow old?
The marriage proposal sparked an enthusiastic response in the group and quickly spread to other patient groups.
In the afternoon of the next day, Zhao Xia came to the hospital and performed dialysis as usual.
While waiting, her phone rang and she received a friend request.
This is a netizen named "Zombie Artist", who is a bit unkind when he opens his mouth.
"The marriage notice you posted? Is it a prank?"
Zhao Xia smiled bitterly. Since last night, more than a dozen people have asked this question.
Is this so outrageous? No one really believes her?
She opened the photo album and sent the medical certificate and ID photo together.
"Now, you should believe it."
The other party fell silent and did not speak again for a long time.
Just when Zhao Xia thought this was just another curious passerby.
The other party replied: "I am willing to marry you. My name is Wang Ping. I am from Kunming City. I am 30 years old. I have suffered from ALS for 3 years and have blood type B. You can search on Baidu. There is no cure for this disease. The best I can do is I have given up any hope of surviving another two years.”
After receiving the reply, Zhao Xia was instantly overjoyed and couldn't believe her eyes.
Not only was the other party willing to get married, he actually had the same blood type as her.
Kidney transplantation only requires consistent blood types. Even if the matching is not ideal on other indicators, there are ways to solve the problem, and she happened to have type B blood.
Is it really a manifestation of God? Don't want to see her go to a dead end?
Wang Ping sent another question: "My family members should be the best candidates for organ transplantation, isn't there anyone in your family who is suitable?"
Zhao Xia suddenly smiled bitterly: "My parents have chronic diseases and are not eligible for organ transplantation. I also have a sister who is qualified, but she gets married and has children, and my brother-in-law refuses to agree to it."
"Understood. It's really difficult. It's not easy to wait for a suitable kidney source."
"So are you still working now? I heard that uremia requires daily dialysis, so you shouldn't be suitable for work."
"Do your parents know about your marriage proposal? What do they think?"
Wang Ping sent a series of questions, obviously wanting to know more about the situation.
Zhao Xia was about to type when she saw a nurse coming over: "Zhao Xia, it's your turn."
She had no choice but to reply: "I'm doing dialysis. This is my phone number 13xxxxxxx. I'll call you later."
Wang Ping: "???Are you kidding me?"
After a while, Zhao Xia sent a selfie video.
In the video, she is lying next to the dialysis machine, with bright red blood flowing in the infusion tube.
Facing the camera, her face was pale, but her smile was bright: "You see, I am really undergoing dialysis. After a while, my old appearance changed and I became a good man again."
Wang Ping watched the video and was dumbfounded. This girl was a bit naughty and dared to think and do. She was really different from ordinary girls.
He couldn't help but admire the other party's tenacious courage to survive.
"Okay, then I won't disturb you anymore, my phone number is xxxx."
"I'm not a liar either. Let's make an appointment to meet later."
After sending this sentence, he also sent his ID card photo and medical condition information.
****
A few days later, there was a cafe at the entrance of a community.
Zhao Xia saw Wang Ping on crutches.
Although both parties wore masks, they recognized each other at a glance from a distance.
Zhao Xia suppressed her excitement, stepped forward, hugged Wang Ping, and laughed.
"Is this a blind date? It's a bit like a spy connection, except for the secret code."
Wang Ping also smiled: "There is no way. With this disease, I can no longer walk normally. I have to use crutches to travel. I can't go very far. I can only meet you near the community."
"Fortunately, I still have some strength and can speak and type. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to communicate with you."
His voice was extremely hoarse, and his speech was not smooth, like a stuck tape recorder.
Zhao Xia suddenly became worried: "Is your condition so serious now? Are you taking any medicine?"
Wang Ping shook his head: "It's useless to take medicine. It doesn't matter whether you take it or not."
Zhao Xia was shocked: "How can this be done? You must take the medicine prescribed by the doctor, otherwise the condition will worsen."
Wang Ping looked gloomy: "I don't care, it's better if it gets worse. I will suffocate to death sooner or later."
"I've had enough, early death and early rebirth. Anyway, you are waiting for my kidney."
This was a heavy burden that neither of them could get around, and Zhao Xia suddenly fell silent.
Wang Ping forced a smile and tried to save the atmosphere: "Fortunately, you have a sister, so your parents don't have to worry about taking care of themselves in old age."
"I can't do it anymore. My mother has passed away a long time ago. There is only an old father in the family. He is over 60 years old, but he is still in good health."
"Honestly, I'm sick, and I don't want to drag him down. At his age, he should be teasing his grandchildren, but he ends up serving me."
"When I leave, he doesn't have anyone to die with. He has to send someone with white hair to someone with black hair. Think about it, I'm really unfilial."
After saying this, he burst into tears and quickly covered his mouth to prevent himself from crying.
Zhao Xia silently stepped forward and held Wang Ping in her arms again, feeling a little sad.
Wang Ping took a tissue from the table, wiped the tears on his face, and said with a forced smile: "I'm sorry, I lost my temper and made you laugh."
His face became serious: "There is something I want to tell you."
"After I get married, if my condition worsens, I will most likely be lying in bed with a ventilator attached. You don't need to take care of me."
"You just need to take care of my father for me after I die."
This requirement sounds very loose, but it is sad.
Zhao Xia agreed without hesitation: "No problem. This is what I should do."
Wang Ping nodded and said, "Okay, let's discuss the specific terms and details and sign them together when we get married."
"My dad has a pension. He has no problem with his life, but he is lonely and needs someone to take care of him in case he gets sick."
He paused and said, "I'm not forcing it. You can sell my house, treat him, and hire a nanny to take care of him. Just check on him and hire a doctor. The money should be enough."
"My disease is hopeless. Even if I sell my house, it won't be cured. Haha."
He felt bad after saying these words. In fact, he knew in his heart that the agreement between the two parties had no legal effect. Zhao Xia could have transplanted the kidney and then let it go.
But he couldn't find a better way. He was alone, with no brothers or sisters, and no marriage or children.
The old father was the same as him. He even had no intention of finding a wife because of his deep relationship with his mother.
In order to prevent his father from dying of old age and no one at home discovering it, he could only try it when he found an opportunity.
It is probably worth it to use a healthy kidney to give his father a daughter-in-law who can take care of him until the end of his life.
He was thinking this as he watched Zhao Xia take out her computer from her bag and start drafting a prenuptial agreement.
In fact, he didn't know that Zhao Xia had the same idea as him and wanted to give it a try out of despair.
No matter how high the risk is, neither party wants to give up this last opportunity.
Three days later, the two went through the marriage registration procedures at the Kunming Civil Affairs Bureau.
At noon, this special couple came to a small restaurant near Wang Ping's home to celebrate their marriage and signed a special agreement on the spot.
"In view of the physical conditions of both parties, the two do not live together, do not make it public, and have independent property."
"If Wang Ping dies before Zhao Xia, he will voluntarily donate his kidney to her and will inform his father in the form of a suicide note."
"If the donation operation is successful and Zhao Xia survives, she will need to take care of Wang Ping's father until the old man dies."
"If Wang Ping's kidneys cannot be used, Zhao Xia does not need to bear the responsibility of filial piety."
On the table, two red marriage certificates were lined up with an agreement written in black and white.
Looking at this scene, the two of them breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, as if a heavy burden had been lifted.
Both sides looked at each other with a relieved smile.
"Here, let's have a drink with tea instead of wine." Zhao Xia picked up the cup and smiled happily.
"From now on, we are a family."
"Yes. I, I actually got married like this." Wang Ping smiled complicatedly, with a hint of yearning in his eyes.
At this moment, he thought of a lot, including his mother who passed away early, his first girlfriend, and his ex-girlfriend who left like a plague after hearing about his illness.
No matter what, he has already arranged his life with his father, and he should have no regrets anymore.
Thinking of this, he drank all the tea in the cup.
****
Although the purpose of getting married was not pure, after they got married, the two chatted naturally like lovers every day, and they were also concerned about each other's safety.
After all, this may be the only marriage in their lives.
What is different from an ordinary marriage is that neither party has any requirements for each other beyond the agreement, and they simply get along like friends.
There is no need to please the other party, no need to treat guests and give gifts, and no need to consider financial issues such as house gifts.
The interaction between the two is more pure and straightforward.
Surprisingly, under this mode of getting along, the relationship between the two parties warmed up quickly.
Although we haven't seen each other since receiving the marriage certificate, we still make many phone calls every day and chat for two or three hours at a time.
Maybe they feel sympathy for each other, or maybe they have found support for each other.
Until one day more than half a month later, Zhao Xia's creatinine value suddenly soared, exceeding the normal value by more than 30 times, and she was rushed to Kunming First People's Hospital.
Lying on the hospital bed, I looked at my calf, which was swollen and shiny.
Zhao Xia was frightened for a while, and couldn't help but remember that she had a patient who was like this before he died.
Her heart went cold and she couldn't laugh anymore.
At this time, the phone was buzzing, and Wang Ping was constantly sending messages.
Zhao Xia had no intention of replying and looked at the ceiling in a daze.
Immediately, the phone started to ring, and it rang again and again, and it rang seven or eight times before it became quiet.
Zhao Xia felt bitter in her heart, and with her parents sitting next to her again, she turned her phone into silent mode and put it under her pillow.
On the other side, Wang Ping was jumping anxiously: "There won't be any accidents."
"No, I have to go see her."
He immediately went out and took a taxi and came to Kunming First People's Hospital.
Zhao Xia once told him that she was seeing a doctor in the nephrology department here.
He held two pairs of crutches, his hands trembling, and walked cautiously to the inpatient department step by step.
He shuttled through various floors, ward after ward, looking for it.
Finally, I heard that familiar voice outside the door of the last ward on the third floor.
"Xiaoxia, why didn't you tell me that you were hospitalized?"
Looking at Wang Ping who suddenly appeared at the door, Zhao Xia was startled and started to speak but stopped.
Wang Ping saw Zhao Xia's parents in front of the hospital bed and quickly introduced himself: "Uncle, aunt, hello, I am Zhao Xia's patient and I came to see her."
After some pleasantries, Zhao Xia's parents left the ward.
Wang Ping's face suddenly turned pale: "Why didn't you tell me you were sick? You didn't answer my call. Do you know how worried I am?"
Zhao Xia forced a smile, pointed at her swollen calf, and forced a smile.
"I'm sorry, I can't wait until the day of kidney transplantation."
"I may not be able to fulfill my filial piety to your father."
(End of chapter)
