Mysterious treasure chest

Chapter 246 Give up treatment?

Donghai Economic Development Zone, Santa Maria Women's Hospital.

This is one of the best private women's hospitals in Donghai City. The investor is a consortium from Hong Kong Island, but the operator is a professional medical institution in Germany.

"Boss, it's here, my sister...she's not in a good condition, so I hope you don't go in and disturb him later, thank you."

A Bao got out of the car with a serious expression, and showed a certain card to the security guard at the entrance of the hospital, and was able to take Yang Hao and the others in.

Yang Hao nodded: "Don't worry, I just stopped by to take a look. Since you are working hard for me now, I will naturally be responsible for your sister's treatment expenses."

Abao smiled wryly: "Well, it's not just about money anymore. The doctor advised us to give up treatment a long time ago. My sister also meant the same thing. She didn't want to drag me down, but I have always refused, but now... I can't sustain it. How long has it been?"

A group of people came to the sixth floor of the inpatient department, and Abao's sister was in a sterile ward at the top.

"Boss, I'll go in first, you guys sit outside."

Abao changed into a fully sealed visiting suit, and entered the ward under the guidance of the nurse.

Yang Hao saw Abao's younger sister from the monitoring screen at the nurse's desk.

A teenage girl with a pale face, her eyebrows have fallen out due to chemotherapy, and she wears a pink bunny hat on her head.

When she saw her brother coming, she instantly smiled brightly. She couldn't tell that she was a young girl whose life was about to come to an end. There was no trace of sadness on her face.

The little monk and Sanpao were also silent. Although they were not the parties involved and had no sister, they were still touched by the scene in front of them.

Yang Hao's feelings were even deeper. After thinking about it, he found the attending doctor of Abao's sister and asked, "Hello, Doctor Huang, can you tell me about the patient's current condition?"

Doctor Huang asked suspiciously, "Are you her brother's friend?"

Yang Hao smiled: "I'm his boss, so I can be regarded as half a friend. I came here this time mainly to find out about his sister's condition, and see if I can provide them with some support within my ability."

It is indeed half a friend, if you don't fight, you don't know each other, Yang Hao laughed at himself.

"Well, it's no longer a problem that money can solve. If you say her brother has spent a lot of money in the past few years."

Dr. Huang sighed: "But her condition has reached an advanced stage, and basically there is no hope of recovery."

Yang Hao frowned and said, "Is there really no other way?"

Dr. Huang shook his head with a serious expression: "Although other complications can still be treated, but the most core atypical leukemia, there is no way for bone marrow transplantation at all."

He explained: "You should have heard of leukemia, right? This disease is commonly known as 'blood cancer'. It is a very terrifying disease in itself, but her blood type is a variant of Rh-negative blood."

"Rh-negative blood is commonly known as 'panda blood'. Her blood is panda blood in panda blood. It is almost impossible to find people with the same blood type, let alone a bone marrow match."

"So, I advise you to give up. It's best to do some ideological work on her brother and get him to agree to stop chemotherapy."

"Anyway, chemotherapy is only for a longer period of time, and the patient still has to bear the great pain caused by chemotherapy. To put it bluntly, it would be worse than death."

Dr. Huang finally said bluntly: "So why not let patients suffer less pain in the last period of life? This is also a form of 'hospice care'."

He originally wanted to say 'euthanasia', but in consideration of ethical issues, he finally did not mention this word, but replaced it with 'hospice care'.

However, Yang Hao had a flash of inspiration, and seemed to have grasped a certain point, and asked: "Doctor Huang, what you said just now can be understood as the reason why the patient's leukemia has no hope of being cured at all, the root cause is her. On the rare blood type?"

Dr. Huang looked confused, not understanding what Yang Hao meant by asking this. Could it be that this young man wants to study medicine?

However, he still answered patiently, "Although what you said is completely in layman's terms, but in simple terms, you can indeed understand it that way."

"The reason why her leukemia is so special is actually the root of the hematopoietic mechanism, and the blood type is just the intuitive manifestation of the hematopoietic mechanism."

Dr. Huang explained a few words, and finally shrugged: "So although your conclusion is putting the cart before the horse, it's not too wrong."

Yang Hao is too lazy to care about these pathological knowledge, he only cares about his own thoughts, right?

So he asked hopefully: "Then... I mean, if, if the patient's blood type becomes an ordinary blood type, such as the most common type A blood, is it possible to cure her disease?"

That's right, that's what Yang Hao wanted to ask, because he suddenly remembered just now that there was a strange item lying in his inventory, which was the 'Type A blood potion' that was prescribed back then.

This thing was originally classified by him as one of the most useless and exotic items. If it can be used to save the life of Ah Bao's sister, it will be considered worth the money.

But Dr. Huang was stunned when he heard his words. He came back to his senses in an instant, and immediately sneered: "Sir, I can understand your feelings. After all, no one wants to watch a young life disappear."

He stretched out his hand and pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and said imposingly: "But as a professional doctor who has studied in the Greater Germany Orthopedic Academy for many years, I can tell you responsibly that your assumption just now is fundamentally wrong. It is nonsense, there is no possibility of realization!"

Yang Hao didn't care where the doctor was made. He raised his eyebrows and asked with a serious expression: "Doctor, I just want to know that if the patient's blood type changes to normal A blood type, then her leukemia may be cured." ?"

Dr. Huang was very displeased, but he still replied with a dark face: "Hmph, if such a miracle like the Arabian Nights really happened, then I can tell you responsibly that the success rate of her and her brother's bone marrow matching , will be very high."

He dug out Abao’s sister’s medical records and pointed them to Yang Hao: “Here, in fact, we’ve already checked the brothers and sisters in this area. Although she has Rh negative blood, her brother is normal. Type A blood."

"So if her blood type also changes to normal A blood type, then the success rate of bone marrow matching between the siblings should be very high."

As he said that, Dr. Huang closed the medical records and began to chase people away: "But this kind of assumption is totally unscientific, so you should stop fantasizing here, and honestly persuade her brother to give up the treatment."

"Hehe, give up the treatment? NONONO, I think you should hurry up and prepare for bone marrow matching."

Yang Hao shook his head with a smile, and rushed into the bathroom without waiting for Dr. Huang to refute.

Type A blood potion, extract!
(End of this chapter)