Chapter 955: 935 Luck Turns

But every time she saw the child's tender face, she just couldn't bring herself to do it.

If I die, I die, but the child is still so young……

Working odd jobs, earning money, splitting every penny in half to spend, only after a very long time did she have a little savings, and she brought the child to Di Du.

She had even made up her mind that if the doctors in Di Du said no again, they would just leave together; staying in this world was also a suffering.

Everyone says life is suffering, but seeing people on the streets smiling every day made her wonder why only her fate was so bitter.

Seeing a doctor in her hometown only cost money.

In Sheng Cheng, seeing a doctor costs money and also requires waiting.

But going to Di Du for treatment was practically a matter of life and death.

After drifting for a long time, she also learned some tricks; scalper tickets, she definitely couldn't afford them.

She begged others for pity, but who among those coming to Di Du for treatment wasn't pitiable?

She observed for a few days and knew that registration required lining up the day before; so she brought her worn luggage and son, and finally got a specialist number.

As for which department, it didn't matter.

She thought doctors should all be able to look, anyway no matter what, she needed to be seen as soon as possible; whether it would work or not, there had to be an answer.

But her bad luck seemed to have finally disappeared after arriving in Di Du; a random registration actually landed her with Professor Yang, and after he gave a tentative diagnosis right away, he immediately admitted her to the ward, scheduled tests, and had Zheng Ren look at the images.

She didn't know any of this.

She only knew that the child's hospitalization happened quickly, unlike others who had to wait one or two months.

Life, she thought, would surely get better.

The down jacket wrapped around the child was already shedding fluff; she used clear tape to patch the tear, then took a fruit knife from her old luggage bag and began to peel an apple for her son.

The apple was discarded by someone at the nearby market, a bit rotten, but she picked the relatively better parts and brought them back for her son to eat.

At some point she heard this saying: "An apple a day keeps the doctor away."

Yeah, being able to return to normal life and not having to see doctors every day would be wonderful.

"Zheng Lao Ban, the situation is like this; you first look at the eye patient." A familiar voice came from the doorway; the woman's hand paused slightly, she put the apple on the table and carefully protected the peel, because that was her food.

She rubbed her face hard to look less gloomy, and the woman, feeling a bit timid, stood up.

The speaker was the expert who had seen her yesterday; he was kind, and after seeing the child he examined him and immediately arranged hospitalization. Waiting outside for months like that simply never happened.

The woman thought her luck had turned, so she didn't want to give that kind doctor a harsh impression.

As more people said so, she gradually came to believe she herself was a jinx.

From what he said, she was sure he had found a more senior doctor to treat her son; the woman felt delighted, stood up cautiously, and tried to express her politeness and humility.

Soon, two people walked in.

Professor Yang pointed at the child lying on the bed and said, "Zheng Lao Ban, it's him."

Zheng Renxian glanced at the child; the diagnosis on the system panel was clear, confirming both Professor Yang's and his own earlier judgments.

Diagnosing this rare disease is difficult, but the surgery is even harder.

Zheng Ren saw the child curled up in the oversized down jacket, like a stray little beast; every time he saw a stranger, the child's eyes were filled with panic and unease.

He forced a smile, making it gentler, and said, "Little brother, may I touch your belly?"

While speaking, Zheng Ren rubbed his hands.

Although it was already mid‑spring, his hands were still a bit cold from the journey.

Rubbing them would warm them up a little; Zheng Ren rubbed his hands while he began to ponder the details of the surgery.

Of course, this physical exam was nowhere as direct as surgical training in the System Operating Room.

But out of habit from practicing medicine, Zheng Ren still needed to contact the patient, starting with the physical exam; perhaps more importantly, this was a psychological cue to remind himself to be careful and avoid any mishap.

The child's mother, however, froze, sensing something was off……

This doctor is too young.

Maybe he was just bringing an intern; she sighed, thinking she was overthinking. Just being able to get into a hospital in Di Du was already good enough; they couldn't even afford the surgery fees, so how could a nationally renowned specialist come to treat her son?

Zheng Ren undid the child's clothes, bent his legs, and began to gently press on the abdomen.

Just as he had imagined, the child's limbs were thin—describing them as bone‑thin was fitting—but his belly was huge, like a pregnancy.

Placing his palm lightly on the patient's abdomen, he immediately felt the spleen.

With almost no subcutaneous fat, the palpation felt very clear; Zheng Ren could even sense the pulsation of the child's splenic artery when he pressed harder, and the unique feeling of blood being forced back.

From the left upper abdomen down to the pelvis, everything felt that way.

The physical exam findings resembled the imaging results, so the pre‑operative diagnosis was fairly clear.

Next, Zheng Ren proceeded with a neurological exam.

Fortunately, severe complications such as eye movement disorders, cerebellar ataxia, spasms, myoclonic jerks, and idiocy did not appear.

Zheng Ren felt this child was truly lucky.

No psychiatric symptoms, no fractures—meaning postoperative recovery would be smooth.

"Are you the patient's family member?" Zheng Ren asked, looking at his mother.

The woman nodded uncertainly. This doctor looked young, yet carried an indescribable aura that made people feel especially at ease, so she had the illusion that handing her child to him would cure any illness.

"Has the child ever had a fracture?" Zheng Ren asked again for confirmation.

"……" The woman thought; this was a question no other doctor had asked. She then shook her head to indicate no.

"Professor Yang, the child's condition is fine, no serious complications. After the glucose‑brain‑lipid‑enzyme activity test results come back, let's prepare for surgery. I think open surgery is more straightforward than interventional surgery, but the risks are still high—this must be clearly explained to the patient's family."

Zheng Ren's tone and manner also unconsciously shifted from that of a junior doctor to a senior chief.

On his slightly youthful face lay a confidence and steadiness that didn't match his age.

Professor Yang said, "I too have considered the surgical risks, so……"

Saying that, he glanced at Zheng Ren.

Zheng Ren gave a slight nod, indicating that he could go on stage to use the retractor.