Chapter 2193: 2116 Existing in This World in Another Way

Hmm.

Several people glanced at each other; aside from sighing, they could do nothing.

The patient's condition deteriorated sharply, with complications of acute liver failure appearing one after another.

Thereafter, hepatic encephalopathy, ion imbalance, renal failure, severe hospital-acquired infection, bleeding due to coagulation dysfunction, and severe hypoglycemia could occur one after another.

Moreover, heart and respiratory failure worsened further; the patient likely couldn't hold on much longer.

"Has the B-ultrasound been done?"

"Done, the liver is progressively shrinking."

The situation wasn't improving; instead, it continued to deteriorate.

Zheng Ren thought for a moment, but still went to the ICU to check on the patient.

I myself have no good options; what if Big Pig Trotter does?

When passing the handover room, Zheng Ren saw the patient's mother sitting on the floor with disheveled hair, motionless.

Like a walking corpse.

Seeing her state, Zheng Ren felt that if the child were gone, she would likely die as well.

Who knows.

Faced with the situation, no one knew what to do next; everyone felt lost.

Zheng Ren mechanically changed his clothes; although he knew he couldn't bring any emotion or feeling while working, he still couldn't shake off emotional interference.

Even with Big Pig Trotter's help, a person is still a person, after all not a machine.

Zheng Ren glanced at the patient; his complexion was much paler than yesterday.

The patient's condition worsened; one foot had already stepped through the gates of hell, the other foot not far outside.

Zheng Ren shook his head, took only a glance, then turned and left.

"Boss?" Su Yun sensed Zheng Ren's emotions were off, and immediately chased after him.

"Nothing to see; urge that side again, see if a liver source can be found." Zheng Ren said.

Given the patient's condition, if a liver transplant can't be done within 24 hours, then finding a liver source seems unnecessary.

"Dingdong~"

Zheng Ren heard the quest prompt tone, and his whole body's blood seemed to coagulate.

If there is a sound that signifies life, then only the quest prompt tone that appears when one has no clue does so.

This is the kind where the system stamps certification and issues a quest.

【System Quest: Pitiful parents' hearts.】

【Quest Content: Perfectly complete liver transplant and intracardiac fetal intervention surgery.】

【Quest Rewards: 200,000 Experience Points, 10,000 Skill Points, Charm Value +2, Luck Value +2, Organ Transplant Specialty +2.】

【Quest Time: 48 hours.】

After a long drought, sweet rain; this was Zheng Ren's only thought in his heart.

That pile of dazzling, pay-to-win rewards that blinded greedy eyes—even the Luck Value +2 and Organ Transplant Specialty +2 failed to move Zheng Ren.

He noted only two points: the system had issued a quest, and the child named Chen Li could be saved! Additionally, besides the liver transplant, the quest also required performing an intracardiac intervention surgery!

Zheng Ren was puzzled: why would a single quest require him to perfectly complete two surgeries?

UK King's Hospital, Gai De·Wu Zi sat in his office, silently waiting. Since receiving Zheng Ren's email, Gai De hadn't slept.

He was almost the doctor who performed the most liver transplants in Europe, at least ranking in the top three. Concerning organ transplantation, involving too much medical ethics, sometimes Gai De·Wu Zi would have a dazed thought—this is all Heaven's will.

One person died, just happened to die, yet timely saved many. Gai De·Wu Zi sometimes thought: the deceased's organs continue functioning; their souls in heaven must have received greater solace.

But due to various coincidences, Gai De·Wu Zi having seen much, gradually became more fatalistic.

Doctor Zheng's request—could it be met? Gai De·Wu Zi didn't know. But whenever such a situation arises, one must look to Heaven's will and fate's arrangement.

I am merely a person, an insignificant, trivial human.

Gai De·Wu Zi hoped he could help Doctor Zheng, because his sister was about to recover and be discharged. He loved his sister deeply; it was Doctor Zheng who timely stopped his reckless behavior and brought his sister back.

But one cannot, for one's own tiny little wish, expect someone to die for it.

Doctor Zheng's sent case was difficult; Gai De·Wu Zi knew it was best if the liver source matched blood type and tissue type; if not, tissue type must still match to attempt surgery.

Those with matching blood and tissue type who signed the organ donation agreement totaled 342; their data resides on Gai De·Wu Zi's computer.

With a perfected database, efficiency doubled. Once any of these people passed away, Gai De·Wu Zi would receive the news immediately.

Transplant surgeries are closer to fate's arrangement, while Gai De·Wu Zi sat quietly, listening to Heaven's call within his heart.

Gai De·Wu Zi felt somewhat fatigued; he sighed, stood up to brew a cup of coffee.

Holding the coffee cup returning, Gai De·Wu Zi startled at the prompt tone—an email sent to himself.

His hand trembled slightly; some hot coffee splashed out. Without time to yell in pain, Gai De·Wu Zi hastily set the cup on the table and opened the email.

The email's content was simple: he had definite information about the liver source he sought—two hours ago, in a small town in West Midlands County, a young man got drunk, suffered severe vomiting, aspirated, and died at home.

Her lover discovered it and dialed 999 for help, but by the time they reached the hospital, the person had already died.

Yet he, before death, had signed the organ donation agreement; his tissue type and blood type exactly matched the information sent by Doctor Zheng!

Gai De·Wu Zi's inner mind was complex; he could not feel excited or shout about this.

This is the deepest pain of a doctor specializing in organ transplantation.

He believed he was merely a pair of hands, following Heaven's will, exchanging the form of a life for another way of preserving it in this mortal world.

No time to drink coffee, nor to lament the twists of fate; Gai De·Wu Zi immediately leapt up, called the local hospital, and reserved the liver.

When Gai De·Wu Zi rode a helicopter to the small town's sole hospital, disembarked, he hurriedly contacted the local doctors to handle the handover.

Although the procedures were not complicated, because it was late at night, they still took at least a few minutes.

"Doctor Lauren, I regret to inform you of this young deceased's passing." Gai De·Wu Zi spoke in a low voice, communicating with the local doctor.

"Alas, Mike was a good man, a good father. Unfortunately, God took him to heaven too early."

"How much alcohol did he drink? He couldn't have been constantly drinking, could he?"

"Doctor Gai De, please respect the deceased who has left us." Doctor Lauren said: "In this small town, Mike is well known as a good person. He usually drinks very little, only occasionally having a drink during weekend games."

Gai De·Wu Zi shrugged, finding it hard to believe that someone who rarely drinks would suffocate from vomiting due to heavy drinking.

But this doesn't matter.

"He deeply loved his wife and his silent child. Unfortunately, the child's condition is not good; perhaps he was feeling too terrible."

"How is the child?" Gai De·Wu Zi felt as if he heard Heaven's call in his heart.