muscle actor

Chapter 31 Dialogue with Death
In the third hospital, Su Yao took Ding Cheng to see a doctor friend. After explaining his intentions, the other party agreed to help contact the patient, asking not to take pictures or record, but just to chat.

After several rounds of negotiations, he finally saw a young patient who had just been diagnosed with leukemia. Ding Cheng came to the small garden, the first time he had close contact with a cancer patient.

"Are you an actor?" Xiao Qi looked at Ding Cheng curiously after hearing the intention, and asked, "Why do you want to chat with me?"

Sitting next to him, Ding Cheng didn't hide anything. He briefly introduced the movie to be shot, and said sincerely: "The director hopes that the whole society can pay attention to the problem of difficulty in seeing a doctor, especially for critically ill patients. My role is also a leukemia patient."

Xiao Qi's eyes lit up, a rare smile appeared on his pale face and he said: "I like Director Xu's movies very much. In that case, feel free to ask if you have any questions!"

Ding Cheng took a deep breath, pondered for a moment and said, "It started when you knew about the condition?"

"It was February 2018, 2. At the age of 1, I was diagnosed with acute myeloid leukemia M25 for the first time." Xiao Qi was silent for a long time and recalled in a low voice: "I had only seen this disease on TV before. When the doctor told me the results that day, I couldn’t figure it out even to death..."

"Isn't it just a cold and fever, why did it become leukemia!"

"Doctor, did you make a mistake in the examination?" Xiao Qi smiled bitterly: "This sentence may be my most instinctive and powerless self-help method at that time, but a miracle did not happen, the doctor's answer is yes, and the cancerous cells have already invaded A bone marrow transplant is my only hope of survival."

"At that time, I clearly remembered that it was New Year's Eve in 15 days..."

Ding Cheng stared at the other person's face. Although he couldn't record, he felt the emotional changes with his heart.Looking back on my first audition, the situation was basically the same, mainly shock and anger.

But after accepting the reality, the emotions will definitely change, which is the point of experiencing life.

"Until today, I have done the 8th chemotherapy." After speaking, I slowly took off the hat. The original black is now sparse, and the rest are also yellow and bifurcated. I said helplessly: "The next chemotherapy will completely change. Bald and strong!"

Ding Cheng was speechless, he couldn't think of words of comfort, so he could only listen calmly.Xiao Qi put on his hat again, a little cold could be fatal, and calmly said: "Every time I pack my luggage and go home to recuperate, and bid farewell to my patients, when will I see you next time, and whether we can see you again, we actually don't know .”

"The oldest old Zhang in his 70s lived in the ward, and the youngest was only 15 years old. Since last year, 12 patients have been sent away, two of whom I watched helplessly..."

The wind started to blow in the garden. Ding Cheng helped him back to the hospital corridor, and continued: "The first time I was hospitalized, I was placed in bed 18, and an old woman was in bed 16. She was pale and refused to eat or drink."

"I couldn't breathe because of the oppressive environment in the ward. I never dared to look at this old lady, so I could only cry and apply for another ward. As soon as I got out of the ward, the old lady left the next day."

A wave of despair enveloped Ding Cheng. In front of him was a young man in his early twenties, the same age as himself. His life had just begun, but now he had to face death?
After speaking, Xiao Qi finally couldn't help it, his eye circles were red, and he choked with sobs: "The first time I was discharged home, it was the day when most of the migrant workers returned. Work hard for the future."

"I look at the world outside the car window. Compared to them, I dare not think about where my future is. There may even be no future at all!"

"why me?"

"I'm just an ordinary peasant boy!"

In the end weeping loudly, Ding Cheng hugged each other tightly, words had no effect, he only hoped that the warmth of the hug could give him a moment of comfort.

Finally calmed down, Xiao Qi patted Ding Cheng with his hands, stood up slowly and said, "I'll take you back to the ward for a sit down."

Room 316, 2 beds, the ward was very dark, the curtains were tightly sealed, and there was a pungent medicinal smell in the air.There are also three patients who are very curious when they see outsiders coming.

"Are you really an actor?"

"Is there really a director who wants to film our disease?"

After hearing their purpose, everyone was very excited. For them, his visit was like a force, making the dead silence temporarily forgotten.

Only Xiao Liu was the most excited, excitedly said: "Although I am young, I have lived for six years since I got sick at the age of 12!"

"It's a pity that I'm not an actor, otherwise my experience would definitely be a good movie that tells the story!"

Everyone roared with laughter, Ding Cheng had a rare chance to get in touch with more patients, so he hurriedly asked.Xiao Liu drank his saliva and recounted with great interest: "One chemotherapy session takes four to seven days. Two bottles of medicine are given every day, and one bottle takes six hours. The grams of medicine are also selected according to the patient's height and weight."

"After my first chemotherapy, because I didn't listen to the doctor's precautions, it caused esophageal and lung infections, and my mouth, gums and tongue were ulcerated in a large area. In order to eat, I had to ask the doctor to prescribe anesthesia. After the mouth was paralyzed, I could only drink some while crying. Liquid food, that hurts!"

"Then I got used to it slowly. After the third chemotherapy, my body's reaction suddenly became obvious, such as nausea and retching, hair loss and peeling, and my nails would break off inexplicably when they grew halfway."

"The indwelling needle at the beginning became a PICC. Simply put, a tube was implanted from the vein, exposed 6 centimeters, and implanted 49 centimeters to reach the aorta of the heart, so that the drug would cause less damage to the blood vessels of the system."

After speaking, he pointed at the thin arm full of needles, and laughed at himself: "At that time, I felt as if my strength was taken away by something, and my whole body was like a pickled cucumber..."

"Totally wilted!"

Ding Cheng carefully remembered that this is a very important mental state. Lu Chuanjun in the movie is also an old patient who has been fighting for many years. He must have experienced this kind of treatment process. The body directly affects the mental outlook. This time it was not in vain.

Xiao Qi interjected: "The pain is the worst during chemotherapy. The pain will make you cry. Hundreds of needles are directly stuck in the bone seam. That feeling is worse than death."

"Every time I open my eyes, I spend every day giving up and persevering. I really want to live, and I don't want my parents to send a white-haired person to a black-haired person..."

"The 80-year-old grandfather, the 70-year-old grandmother, the 55-year-old father and mother, plus the girlfriend who has been with me for less than a year..."

"Although we will slowly accept the final result in our hearts, in the face of the family and love that cannot be parted, I..."

Having said that, everyone fell into silence, and the entire ward was silent.Ding Cheng also didn't speak, and quietly understood, the most intuitive feeling is two words:
despair!

(End of this chapter)