dislocation

Chapter 14

After coming out of the cemetery, Jiang Wenxu took He Zhishu back to his home in Hangzhou. That was the first time He Zhishu saw their new home.The decoration in the room is very similar to that in Beijing, and the main color is He Zhishu's favorite color. In the glass greenhouse, there are new varieties of jasmine given by the old Duan. Although it is only the middle of January, the jasmine has already sprouted blue buds. It will bloom within a month.

He Zhishu felt novelty about everything about his new home, which temporarily dilutes his sadness.The kittens were rolling on the lawn, and one of them was still gnawing on the grass at the foot of the chair, showing no recognition of its birth.

He Zhishu opened the door and entered the greenhouse. The jasmine inside reminded him of such an afternoon many years ago. The summer sunset was much stronger than the current sunset. It dyed the jasmine orange and called the dying jasmine It is very beautiful.

"The jasmine is in full bloom, so it must be beautiful." He Zhishu touched the delicate flower buds, and said softly, with a faint tone, no emotion could be heard.

"Well, it must be beautiful." Jiang Wenxu hugged He Zhishu from behind, wrapped his arms around He Zhishu's shoulders, and the continuous heartbeat came from his chest. He buried his head in He Zhishu's neck, feeling Powerful throbbing between the necks.

He Zhishu felt a burst of dampness through the scarf, whether someone was crying, or the winter in the south was really too cold, otherwise how could the coolness reach the hearts of the two through the greenhouse.

"Brother Jiang, that cat looks like you." He Zhishu pointed to a cat outside the greenhouse, waiting quietly for Jiang Wenxu to reply.

Jiang Wenxu slowly raised his head and looked at the cat. "Why do I think it looks more like you? The mole on the face is almost in the same position as yours." Jiang Wenxu smiled slightly, looked down at He Zhishu, and touched a faint spot on He Zhishu's face. imprint. "It's right here, huh?"

Without waiting for He Zhishu to reply, Jiang Wenxu took him to the yard, knelt down and pointed to a handful of miscellaneous hairs on the cat's face.Looking up at He Zhishu, he shook his hand slightly. "Look like?"

"That's not a mole, besides, this cat looks silly, how does it look like me?" He Zhishu also knelt down to look at him, smiling slyly. "Yes or no?"

Jiang Wenxu rubbed He Zhishu's cheek with the tip of his nose, and then kissed him. "Yes, yes, Brother Jiang is the stupidest, otherwise how could he be so stupid as to write something like 'He Zhishu has bright eyes and is lovable' in the composition."

After hearing Jiang Wenxu's words, Zhishu He burst out laughing, which was the happiest laugh in the past few days.The sunset glow was imprinted on He Zhishu's face, and Jiang Wenxu also smiled unconsciously.

Although He Zhishu is laughing so happily now, when he heard the Chinese teacher read this sentence, amidst the laughter of the whole class, He Zhishu was so ashamed that he just wanted to find a hole to get in.

"Tell me, what do you think?" He Zhishu asked the same question as the Chinese teacher back then. Of course, he didn't want to find out why, but simply wanted to tease Jiang Wenxu.

"Okay, okay, let's go back to the house and laugh, it's getting cold outside." Jiang Wenxu stood up and leaned over to hug Zhishu He.He Zhishu took advantage of the situation and put his hand on Jiang Wenxu's neck, still enjoying himself there.

"It's so funny? Don't you think Brother Jiang's literary quality is particularly high? The rhyme of ai is still suppressed."

"Hahaha high, very high, my brother Jiang's literary quality is unmatched hahaha..."

"...Can you praise me seriously, from the bottom of my heart?"

"I'm serious!"

"...Well, that's fine!"

——Brother Jiang, that cat looks like you.

——Jiang Wenxu, this face of yours can only deceive my kind mother, why your mother loves glutinous rice balls, I see...I think you are...missing me...my treasured math notes!

The two woke up suddenly from their dreams.

After a night's rest, Jiang Wenxu took He Zhishu back to the hospital. His new home is just a few minutes away from the hospital lake.Although He Zhishu's current situation is fairly stable, Jiang Wenxu is always worried.

A few days later, the third chemotherapy was ushered in. After the lesson of the last time, Jiang Wenxu was extremely cautious.The combination of Chinese and Western medicine adopted by Dr. Luo has indeed made the adverse reactions after chemotherapy much weaker, and the hair loss has been reduced, but Zhishu He felt that he drank Chinese medicine and almost turned into Chinese medicine.

After a battle of wits and courage, Jiang Wenxu finally made He Zhishu drink the bowl of traditional Chinese medicine that made him miserable.Then he picked up a box from behind, took out a piece of pea yellow, and handed it to He Zhishu's mouth.

"Auntie's newly learned pastry tastes super invincible in the universe, no worse than a Beijing chef, you try it."

He Zhishu took a small bite and raised his eyebrows in satisfaction. "It would be nice if it was a little sweeter." He Zhishu squeezed Jiang Wenxu's face with both hands, making Jiang Wenxu look at him seriously. "Brother Jiang... Do you think I look like a banlangen now?"

Jiang Wenxu was amused by He Zhishu's words. Seeing He Zhishu's uncomfortable appearance after drinking the medicine these days, he was not happy. Even though he asked his aunt to add a few more licorice to the medicine, it could not relieve the pain. bitterness.

"It's not like, our little book is like a cute little white flower." Jiang Wenxu brought the pastry to him again, and asked He Zhishu to take a bite. "Is this pastry very sweet? Well... I see, it must be that your first love is too sweet, so you don't think anything sweet enough."

He Zhishu looked at Jiang Wenxu with a smile, and changed his hands to pinch Jiang Wenxu's ears, and gently pulled them outward.

"Brother Jiang."

"Huh?" Jiang Wenxu with a dazed face looked even cuter.

"When spring starts, Uncle He will send you to kindergarten, okay?"

Hmph, Zhishu He actually laughed at my childishness.

"Okay! I still want to be at the same table with Uncle He!"

After coaxing He Zhishu to sleep, he took out his mobile phone and checked the time. Today is January 2015, 1. Then he closed the door gently and went to Dr. Luo's office.The chemotherapy ended without any risk, but Jiang Wenxu did not dare to relax.Chemotherapy drugs did a lot of harm to He Zhishu's body, whether it was to the organs or the immune system.

After Luo Wenkang saw Jiang Wenxu enter the office, he nodded to Jiang Wenxu and motioned him to sit down.The famous Dr. Luo Wenkang Luo is actually over 60 years old, but he is not as friendly as the elderly should be.

"Mr. Jiang, I understand why you're here, so I'll just say it straight." Luo Wenkang said straight to the point. "Blood cancer is not like other cancers. It is impossible to find the lesion and remove the tumor. Like Mr. He's current situation, hematopoietic stem cell transplantation is the only hope for a complete cure. Chemotherapy alone is not enough."

Jiang Wenxu understood that He Zhishu's irregular treatment in the early stage had caused great damage to his body, so now only bone marrow transplantation is left to make He Zhishu recover.

"Then I-"

"Wait." Luo Wenkang interrupted Jiang Wenxu. "Mr. Jiang, let me talk about the basic situation of bone marrow transplantation first, and it will not be too late for you to make a decision later."

"...Okay, okay, tell me."

Looking at Luo Wenkang's calm face, Jiang Wenxu felt a little uneasy in his heart. He suddenly felt that bone marrow transplantation might be more difficult and dangerous than he imagined.

Luo Wenkang adjusted his glasses, spoke flatly, and repeated the words he had said many times. "Not all patients can be transplanted, and transplantation must be conditional. The leukemia cells in the bone marrow have dropped below 5%, and the leukemia cells have entered remission for half a year to a year, and there is no rebound. But even if the conditions are met, it may not be all The transplantation can be successful. There is another hurdle that is difficult to cross—the amount of chemotherapy for transplantation is ten times that of usual chemotherapy.”

Ten times...Jiang Wenxu can't imagine what He Zhishu will suffer.

Dr. Luo paused for a moment, then continued: "Through the pre-transplantation chemotherapy, transplantation, post-transplantation immune rejection, infection, if the genetic examination is done half a year later, all the indicators and organs in the patient's body are normal, and then the patient will be able to recover." It's a real success."

Only then can we truly succeed... Then can Xiaoshu and I succeed?

"Then... the doctor... what is the probability of success..." Jiang Wenxu said with difficulty.

"Less than 20.00%." ​​Luo Wenkang wrote on the white paper while speaking. "So, Mr. Jiang, have you considered it?" He closed the pen, and pushed the paper with 20% written on it along the table to Jiang Wenxu.

Jiang Wenxu took the paper and stared at the "20%" for a long time without saying a word.

Jiang Wenxu was reluctant to let He Zhishu suffer such a big crime, but his little book was only 30 years old, and Jiang Wenxu was even more reluctant to let He Zhishu leave this world like this.He hasn't spent so many good times with He Zhishu yet.He hasn't had time to accompany He Zhishu to see so many gorgeous scenery...

...I'm sorry to make you hurt so much...but...but...you can stay, Xiaoshu.

"……it is good"

After a long time, Jiang Wenxu still responded, and the paper he was writing in his hand was already wet.

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