“Director Zhang, something happened to my family again! Xiao Qiang’s father has fainted! ” Dr. Zhang, who was answering the phone while eating, was so strongly shocked by Xiao Qiang’s mother’s words that he almost choked and coughed. Wang Shunqing, Department of Hematology, Guangzhou First People’s Hospital
“Poor family, it’s really a house full of rain!” Professional habits made Dr. Zhang calm down within three seconds: “Calm down! How did he get like this? Tell me about it.”
“He’s been having headaches lately, but he thought his family didn’t have any money, so he put up with it and didn’t go to the doctor. In the past two days, he couldn’t bear the pain anymore, so he looked at a nearby hospital and said it was very serious and he had to be hospitalized! He is now unconscious! What to do? Dr. Zhang, you have to help us get an idea!”
“If you agree, let him be admitted to our hospital’s neurology department! We will do our best to help him!” Dr. Zhang put down his phone, a pair of black eyebrows twisted into twists. The box of rice, lying quietly on the table, had been left out in the cold.
Dr. Zhang’s mind quickly flew through the past few years with Xiao Qiang’s family. As a doctor of hematology, leukemia, aplastic anemia, myeloma …… these diseases that sound unnerving, but he is to face every day, facing the poor patients, but also facing the sadness and happiness of patients. The old saying is good, suffering from difficulties to see the true knowledge, a good point! Some people have money, but they are left in the hospital bed, unattended; some relatives can obviously donate bone marrow, but they give a cool and ruthless refusal, even a strange donor millions of miles away are not as good; some people do not have money, they easily give up the original promising treatment.
Among all the people, Xiao Qiang’s father is so different! A short, thin and penniless man, a man from a mountain village, who can run almost to his death for his child! Clanking fatherly love, is the child’s stable support.
A few straw houses in the mountains of Jiangxi’s small honey countryside is a home that he can give to Xiao Qiang barely sheltered from the wind and rain. The laughter that often came from the poor family’s broken courtyard nourished the oranges on the hillside behind the house into a patch of bright yellow and green. Five years ago, in the autumn of the harvest, eight-year-old Xiao Qiang followed his father to pick oranges, and the first strand of blood came out of his nose, which made his mother’s heart jump. From then on, the family’s life was shrouded in the blood that kept seeping out of Xiao Qiang.
For Xiao Qiang’s father, it was a bloody life! His son was diagnosed at the local hospital with severe aplastic anemia, which is almost incurable! A bone marrow transplant might be the only hope, but it would cost hundreds of thousands of dollars. Their home and the orchard were worth a few hundred thousand dollars! His male blood and tears, little by little, swallowed into his stomach.
Blood flowed out of Xiao Qiang’s body little by little, and the child shriveled up in pallor day by day. His day and night in the mountains, scurrying around like a little wild thing as strong as the son no longer have the strength to laugh and shout! The father’s heart was in his throat.
As the child’s father, he could not sit and wait for death, as long as there is an ounce of strength, but also to save his son, even if the exhaustion of the hands, run broken legs, said the burnt lips!
So, half of South China, became the battlefield of Xiao Qiang’s father. He was in his hometown, running around, relatives and friends, schools, the government, charities, as long as they can raise money to save lives, he was rolling and crawling to run, because that is the hope of his son! A mountain of fatherly love, touched many good people, in the local, a not rich place, but raised hundreds of thousands of yuan! The money was spent, but Xiao Qiang’s illness was still not improving. Desperate, his father remembered the compassionate Buddha, and carrying the dying Qiang on his back, he climbed hard step by step and knocked on the door of Tianxing Temple in Huichang, Ganzhou, Jiangxi Province. The generous and merciful Venerable Xin Yuan raised money for the child’s medicine, took him around to seek medical help, and traveled with his bamboo stick and shoes to the surrounding mountains and waters, taking good care of him with three meals a day. Little Qiang’s condition gradually improved and he was able to walk back to his home in the mountains of Xiaomi Township!
Two years later, just when Dad finally felt relieved, Xiao Qiang’s illness worsened again, and the fatal bleeding attacked him mercilessly. In front of the relentless disease, Dad once again gritted his teeth and stood up strongly, giving his thin shoulders to his son as a steady support! He once again raised money around, using a farmer’s head to do his best to understand, learning the cutting-edge medical knowledge, choosing the direction of further treatment for the child.
He was determined, one step at a time, to pack his child out of the mountains of Jiangxi. In the bustling city of Guangzhou, the enthusiasm of the doctors of the hematology department of the Guangzhou First People’s Hospital, and the loving donations from charitable organizations rekindled the flame of a father’s heart in despair.
Xiao Qiang’s body flowed with his father’s perseverance. During his hospitalization for transplantation, he experienced the long lonely years in the clean ward of the bone marrow transplantation ward, the unimaginable pain of rejection, ulcers, diarrhea, and high fever, which always haunted the poor boy, and he finally developed a mental disorder. For him, the doctors issued several critical illness notices. The doctors were tormented by Xiao Qiang’s stubborn illness and were about to lose confidence. However, Xiao Qiang’s father and mother still did not give up and took turns to take care of the child 24 hours a day, treating the irritable child like a small infant in swaddling clothes, hugging and gently comforting him, causing many patients to shed tears!
The love of parents licking their calves, the great doctor’s sincerity, the beauty of love and kindness of the community, combined into a strong city, finally separated the little strong and the disease, he finally recovered and was discharged!
“But, who would have thought that after only two years of recovery, his father had another accident! What can we do?” Xiao Qiang’s mother, who had just recovered from a fracture, finally cried out to Dr. Zhang.
“Xiao Qiang needs to go to Guangzhou constantly for follow-up, so we will not go back home to Jiangxi and stay in Dongguan to work. His father is really the most hardworking man in the world! Don’t look at the thin body, one person can do the work of several people! Always nagging about the need for money for the child’s follow-up, Xiao Qiang and his brother need money for school ……”
“He is the most able to suffer themselves, knocked out the incisors and blood swallowed, but also happy all day long! Our family, all depends on him, now, what to do ……” Mom hung her head, buried her face deep into Xiao Qiang’s shoulders.
It is the sky is miserable wind and rain, a fallen leaves on a large tree hanging a nest alone, the nest of the mother and baby birds in the mournful chirping, waiting for the male birds in the pale night to return safely ……
In the intensive care unit of the neurology department of the First People’s Hospital of Guangzhou, under the white sheets lay poor Dad, his thin body was almost weightless, septic meningitis, septicemia, the clanking man was nearly tortured into a thin paper man child.
Again, the lovely dear hematologists, put together a sum of money to pay his hospital fees, and now his condition is slightly better, but the high hospital fees are still waiting in the void, there is no settlement ……
The road in the world is so rough, a while uphill, a while flat, a while downhill. But, no matter what, we have to cheer each other on, encourage each other, sing and laugh all the way, and go hand in hand.
Life should be a song of joy!
Come on, lend your friendly helping hand, and with your love, let our joyful song continue!