On New Year's Eve, it was rare for Xie Yangnian's family to be so lively. There were about ten people sitting around a large round table. Xia Xingran looked at the busy Xie family, resting her hands on the table, feeling warm in her heart and a little moist in her eyes.
In the past, when my parents were still alive, they would bring their grandparents over to celebrate the New Year together every year. But since my parents passed away five years ago, the elderly on both sides also died in just two or three years due to too much stimulation.
In just five years, she personally built monuments and buried the ashes of all her relatives. Watching myself become a living ghost in this world. Read the book
"Why are you crying, Xiaoxia? My dear child, today is a good day, you can't cry." Xie Yangnian's mother, who was already in her seventies, hurriedly took out a piece of paper and handed it to Xia Xingran, holding her in her arms.
"No wonder. It's hard for you to lose your relatives at such a young age. Today is the day for family reunion." Grandma Xie patted Xia Xingran, lowered her head to wipe her tears, and touched her head to comfort her.
Xie Yangnian came out with a plate of fish and said angrily: "Mom, this little girl is already sad enough, and you still say this."
He sat next to Xia Xingran and said, "Xiao Xingran, don't be sad. You can come to my house anytime from now on. We are all your relatives!"
Before he finished speaking, everyone in the room gathered around Xia Xingran, nodded and smiled, "Yes, yes, Doctor Xia, don't be sad, we will all be your relatives from now on!"
Xia Xingran pursed her lips again and again, sobbed a few times and stopped crying. With red eyes, she stood up from Grandma Xie's arms, bowed deeply to everyone, her voice was hoarse from just crying: "Thank you, thank you everyone."
As soon as the food was ready, Xia Xingran, Han Chenluo and everyone in the Xie family were bustling together and eating the New Year's Eve dinner happily. In the red porcelain bowls of Xia Xingran and Han Chenluo, the vegetables were stacked so high that they protruded. Everyone in the Xie family was still adding vegetables to their bowls.
Just as she was eating vigorously, Xia Xingran's phone rang quickly. She took out her phone with a smile, looked at the phone number, and her eyelids moved slightly. "Hey, Huang Sisi's mother, what's wrong?"
She only said this, and everyone saw that her expression gradually changed. A face changes from the eggplant red of joy to the gray of grief. Her lips were trembling, and tears could not wait to burst out.
After a few minutes, there was no sound on the other end of the phone. Xia Xingran still maintained the posture of talking on the phone, not moving at all.
Xie Yangnian noticed something was wrong with her, shook her body and asked anxiously: "Xiao Xia, what happened, please tell me!"
Xia Xingran blew her nose three times intermittently, as if twitching. He raised his eyes and looked at Xie Yangnian with a lump in his throat: "Huang Sisi's mother said that Huang Sisi is not alive and has been transferred to our hospital urgently."
She knew that Huang Sisi's osteosarcoma had lung metastasis and would die at any time, but she didn't expect that day to come so quickly.
The warm New Year's lights passed through the gaps between the bare branches and shone on Xia Xingran. The light and shadow were mottled and as pale as frost.
When Xia Xingran and Xie Yangnian rushed to the emergency ward, Lin Qinghua had already arrived. He waved to Xia Xingran, pointed to the chest CT scan that Huang Sisi had just taken, and sighed heavily: "Xiaoxia, you should understand that there is no longer any therapeutic significance for Huang Sisi."
Xia Xingran took a look and saw that Huang Sisi's lung tumors continued to worsen. Lin Qinghua was right.
"I'm going to see her." Xia Xingran suppressed her sadness and moved to the ward step by step.
Huang Sisi was sitting on the hospital bed. Because of the lung tumor, she could only sit upright and breathe oxygen. She closed her eyes and was as pale as paper. The cardiopulmonary monitor next to her kept beeping. Xia Xingran glanced at it and saw that her heart rate was 180, which was equivalent to Huang Sisi's heart being under the load of running 800 meters.
Huang Sisi's mother had been sitting by the bed, holding Huang Sisi's hand and crying quietly. Seeing Xia Xingran coming, she hurriedly pushed Huang Sisi to wake up. Her hoarse voice revealed the unique tenderness of maternal love: "Sisi, wake up. Doctor Xia is here to see you."
Hearing Xia Xingran coming, Huang Sisi opened her eyes very slowly, pulled the corners of her mouth hard, and made an extremely weak voice: "Dr. Xia, you are here. It's good to see you again, I'm sorry, Excuse me for disturbing you during the Chinese New Year." Kanshu La
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Luo couldn't help turning his back, and the two grown men covered their mouths and couldn't help crying.
Xia Xingran bit her lip and forced herself to smile. She walked to Huang Sisi, bent down and touched her head and said, "Don't bother me. Sisi is really sensible."
“Dr.
Xia Xingran immediately put his face towards her and placed it in her sweaty, sticky palm, pretending to be relaxed and said, "Sisi, you can call me whatever you want, no problem."
"Sister Xia. I know that I have reached my limit and will never get better. I can't bear it anymore. So I begged my parents to bring me to see you for the last time."
Huang Sisi took out an envelope from the quilt and handed it to Xia Xingran. Xia Xingran opened it and saw that it was full of photos taken during their family outing during this time.
"Because of Sister Xia's persistence, I was able to save my legs. Only then did I have the opportunity to use my own feet to visit the places I have always wanted to go. So, I want to say personally to Sister Xia, thank you. Thank you for completing me My greatest wish.”
Looking at the photo, Huang Sisi's smile was brighter than the spring flowers, but now she is about to wither. Xia Xingran couldn't hold back any longer, covered her eyes and cried bitterly.
"I'm sorry, Sisi. It's all my inability to cure your illness. It's my fault. It's all my fault." Xia Xingran was crying so hard that she couldn't even speak clearly.
Huang Sisi's mother came over and hugged Xia Xingran, who was crying and trembling, and choked with sobs: "Dr. Xia, don't be like this. You have tried your best. Our whole family is very grateful to you."
Xia Xingran felt extremely uncomfortable and could not speak, so she bit her lip and cried. Tears fell like broken pearls, dripping down along the fingers.
"Sister Xia, I have something else to come to you for. This is also the last contribution I can make to this society. Please help me, sister Xia." Huang Sisi looked calm, with a calmness beyond her age.
Xia Xingran hurriedly raised his head, wiped his face and blew his nose, took a few breaths and said, "You say it, you say it, as long as I can do it, I will promise you."
"I think there is no other organ in my body that can be donated. I only have one cornea left, and I want to donate it. This way other children can see again and continue to see the world on my behalf. It’s great to kill two birds with one stone.”
Without saying a word, everyone present was shocked. No one expected that Huang Sisi's only wish when she was dying was to donate her corneas!
What a great love this is!
"Sisi, you are not yet a minor. Donating corneas requires your parents' consent and signature." Xia Xingran explained.
"Mom and Dad, you will agree." Huang Sisi struggled to sit up a little straighter. "Mom and Dad, this is the last thought I can leave you."
Huang Sisi's parents leaned their heads against each other and cried for a while, then looked at Huang Sisi with a relieved smile: "Sisi, you are doing well, your parents are proud of you." They asked Xia Xingran, "Doctor Xia, Where and how to sign?"
Lin Qinghua walked in and took Huang Sisi's father to go through the cornea donation procedures.
"Huang Sisi's mother, let me know when you are ready." This was the moment of farewell for their mother and daughter. Xia Xingran walked out hoarsely, giving them some time.
Huang Sisi's mother stood up and put her head on Huang Sisi's head. The mother and daughter cuddled up and took the last photo of their lives. After the photo was taken, Huang Sisi's mother turned her head inward and burst into tears uncontrollably.
Huang Sisi, who was close to coma, felt her mother's cry. She turned her head over with difficulty and pressed it against her mother's forehead, speaking like a silkworm.
"Mom, thank you for your hard work. If there is another life, I will stay with you forever."
Huang Sisi slowly stretched out her little finger: "Mom, come and let's pull the hook."
Huang Sisi's mother burst into tears and stretched out her little finger to hook Huang Sisi's little finger.
"Hang yourself with a hook, and it won't change for a hundred years!" In the empty and dark ward, a mother and daughter came.
A swan song that makes you cry and laugh at the same time.
"Mom, baby, I will always love you." These were the last words Huang Sisi left to this world.
According to Huang Sisi's wishes, her corneas were removed by Xia Xingran and Lin Qinghua themselves.
As usual, before the organ donation operation is about to begin, all medical staff present must observe a moment of silence.
"Thank you Sisi Huang for your great contribution to saving others and to our country's organ donation cause."
After a minute of silence, Xia Xingran held back tears and removed Huang Sisi's respiratory support. Three minutes later, her heart stopped beating.
Huang Sisi's cornea helped a little boy who was scratched by a foreign object at the age of three to regain his sight. The family has been waiting for this moment for four years.
In China, there are about 10,000 new osteosarcoma patients in children and adolescents every year. Most of the children are not taken seriously by their families or even doctors in the early stages, and many children are already in the advanced stage when they are discovered.
The incidence of malignant osteosarcoma is low, investment in new drug research and development is very small, and patient survival rates have not significantly improved in the past three decades.
Xia Xingran stood in the office, her back like a cornerstone. She added a disease in the target task column of her notebook - malignant osteosarcoma.
