Listening to the sound of the middle-aged man sobbing on the other end of the phone.

Then looking at the ground.

Lying on the stretcher, Ge Jing was in tears.

At that moment.

Chen Mu felt a bit uncomfortable in his heart too.

As a doctor.

And one who had worked in the emergency department before.

He certainly knew what Ge Jing's illness meant to an average family.

But there was nothing he could do to help the family.

He just lightly reported the hospital's address.

The man on the other end of the phone choked out a thank you, and then hung up.

Chen Mu looked down.

He saw the unstoppable tears at the corner of Ge Jing's eyes.

He sighed.

Reached out to find a tissue, but couldn't find one.

No choice.

He had to take out a medical cotton ball to wipe Ge Jing's tears.

"You're already a college man, why are you crying?"

Ge Jing choked back a couple of sobs, looking at Chen Mu with tearful eyes: "Dr. Chen, you keep telling my dad that I might need surgery, am I dying soon..."

"Is the surgery you're talking about super expensive?"

"If getting the surgery requires my parents to go bankrupt, you can just let me off the car now, I won't have the surgery..."

Chen Mu didn't say anything.

He just continued using the cotton ball to wipe his tears.

—

"Wasn't Dr. Chen quite talkative before, how come he's silent at such a moment?"

"No sound, maybe because the surgery he has to perform is really expensive..."

"With heart failure, either you don't have surgery, or if you do, you basically can't escape going bankrupt."

"Dr. Chen hasn't spoken until now, maybe he's afraid Ge Jing will give up on treatment?"

"Program crew, can we donate to Ge Jing? I want to help Ge Jing with his treatment!"

"..."

—

"Dr. Chen, I'm begging you to say something, okay?"

"How much does the surgery I need to get cost?"

Chen Mu looked at Ge Jing for a moment.

He probably realized that even if he didn't say it now.

Once at the hospital, that fellow Ge Jing would search it himself on his phone.

Chen Mu then opened his mouth, "Ge Jing, there's actually no need to be too anxious, the surgery is just the worst-case scenario, maybe your heart isn't in that bad a condition yet."

"If your own heart can still hold out, you can completely maintain with medication."

"Drugs like digitalis, for example, can control your condition."

Chen Mu's words sounded reassuring.

But Ge Jing couldn't take it in at all, "Dr. Chen, I want to know if it's the worst result, what kind of surgery will I need and how much will it cost..."

Chen Mu met Ge Jing's serious gaze.

Ultimately, he couldn't continue to hide the truth, "If your heart cannot sustain your life, in the worst scenario, you'll need a heart transplant."

"Generally, there are two options for heart replacement, one is receiving a donated heart from a deceased person, and the other is using an artificially made heart."

Ge Jing chuckled softly twice.

"There aren't many donated hearts, are there? In the hospital, there are many patients younger and more critically ill with heart failure than I am, all waiting for those scarce heart donations, right?"

"Even if there is a donated heart, my chance of getting one is probably very slim too."

Chen Mu remained silent.

Though he didn't want to admit it, what Ge Jing said was exactly the current situation in hospitals.

The patient group with heart disease is getting younger and younger.

Donated hearts indeed have long been insufficient.

If not.

There wouldn't be an urgent development of artificial hearts.

The development of artificial hearts is precisely to create more chances for these heart disease patients to survive.

Chen Mu: "If donated hearts are really unavailable, if your heart condition really gets that bad, replacing it with an artificial heart might be a better choice for you."

"Currently, the reserve of artificial hearts in our country is sufficient, and you're in line."

"Moreover, replacing an artificial heart can also be reimbursed through medical insurance..."

Ge Jing forced a bitter smile, "And then, Dr. Chen, can you tell me how much the artificial heart you mentioned costs? Hundreds of thousands? Or millions?"

Chen Mu was momentarily frozen.

He eventually spoke: "The cost of an imported artificial heart, including surgery, indeed requires millions of yuan, but..."

"Now our country has developed a domestically produced artificial heart."

"The total for surgery plus the price of a domestic artificial heart is only over 500,000 yuan, which is still more affordable compared to the imported artificial heart."

Ge Jing didn't say anything.

Only the tears at the corners of his eyes slid down even faster!

Chen Mu sighed, and only again reached out to wipe Ge Jing's tears, "Ge Jing, your heart's condition is not as bad as you think for now."

"It's just that..."

"Your heart can't withstand intense emotions of joy or sorrow, please..."

Chen Mu's words were cut off.

By a tear-streaked Ge Jing, "Dr. Chen, if one day, you need a heart transplant, can you control your emotions?"

Chen Mu: "..."

—

"Hiss! Suddenly feels like I've been taught a lesson by a fragile college student!"

"At such times, controlling your emotions is something we non-medical folks know, the problem is, understanding is one thing, doing it is another!"

"In all sincerity, asking the bros in the comments, are the two brain surgeries this morning more expensive, or is this heart transplant more expensive?"

"Depending on the situation, an ordinary brain surgery can't compare to the price of a heart transplant."

"..."

—

Seeing Chen Mu fall silent too.

Ge Jing forced a smile, "Dr. Chen, even if there's medical insurance reimbursement, a price of over 500,000 is not something my family can afford..."

"Please ask the driver to stop and let me off the car."

"In the future, I will definitely control my emotions, I won't easily experience intense joy or sorrow, I won't let myself get sick that easily!"

As he said these words.

Although Ge Jing looked determined, he was merely strong in appearance but weak at heart.

Chen Mu could see that Ge Jing's hands were shaking, "Dr. Chen, this illness, you might as well pretend it was never diagnosed, I really can't afford to get sick..."

Chen Mu was about to continue comforting Ge Jing.

Suddenly.

He heard a strange sound.

Reflexively raised his head.

He saw Yu Dawei, who was always in a coma on another hospital bed, for some unknown reason, his body was uncontrollably convulsing!

Upon witnessing this scene.

Chen Mu's face changed dramatically in an instant.

There was no mood to continue comforting Ge Jing's emotions.

Unbuckled the seat belt on himself, swiftly moving towards Yu Dawei.

Chen Mu: "Old He! I need to check on this student's condition, please drive steadily!"

Old He: "Got it!"

Chen Mu had just approached Yu Dawei.

His hands hadn't touched Yu Dawei yet.

Suddenly!

Yu Dawei opened his eyes.

His head tilted.

"Pfft—"

A mouthful of blood spurted onto Chen Mu's white lab coat.

Bright red!

Blinding!

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