Chapter 197 Five Floating 34 Together

In the face of disease, any retention is like a man's arm blocking the car.

Lin Chen no longer struggled, his breathing gradually stabilized, and the soft-packed saline was injected into Lin Chen's body drop by drop. He seemed to have passed the most severe shock period, but Xing Conglian knew that the matter was far from over.

He brushed Lin Chen's wet black hair on his forehead with his hand, and Lin Chen didn't even have the strength to react.

Duanyang patted his shoulder and said calmly, "Captain Xing, please come out."

Xing Conglian didn't know whether this was a ritual that every patient's family members had to go through or what was going on. They could obviously say it in the ward, but in Lin Chen's state, they wouldn't hear it. But he had to be called out by the doctor, through a thin door, to make some decisions that would determine the life and death of the patient.

He and Duanyang walked out of the door numbly, and every step was like stepping into an increasingly cold winter night.

The hatch closed gently.

The people waiting at the door also looked concerned. He had seen the familiar faces, whether it was Chao Dynasty or Xiao Wu, whether it was Zhang Long or Kang An... Those subordinates and friends he used to fight side by side, now look at them. It's pointless to come, so he can't give birth to any kind of care.

Wang Chao called him cautiously, with an expression on his face as if hoping that he would bring any good news, Xing Conglian turned his gaze to Duanyang, and the doctor shook his head.

Zhao Hu handed over a pack of cigarettes and said, "I've already notified him, but Zaratu is crazy. The entire west of the Shiatsu Mountains is blocked. The people who deliver the medicine can only come from the seaside. The fastest way is to go against the current. It takes a day and a night."

Xing Conglian looked at the words "smoking is harmful to health" on the cigarette package. He didn't pick it up. He stretched out his other hand and cut the cigarette away in advance. He saw Duanyang's calm and lifeless face.

The young doctor looked at the stern of the boat and walked over.

Duanyang obviously never smoked, so he walked to the stern with a cigarette and stood there awkwardly. Xing Conglian took out a lighter and threw it away.

The hot and humid wind blew across the young man's face, and Duanyang lit a cigarette with trembling hands. He only took a breath, and then he coughed violently. Xing Conglian didn't care about him. Had to kneel on the ground, coughing desperately, and seemed to be crying.

Xing Conglian turned his head and looked at the constant green trees on both sides of the strait. He suddenly realized that they were actually beasts forced into a predicament by this terrifying greenness, struggling to find a way out.

Duanyang was really very quiet. Although he was trembling all over, he covered his face from beginning to end, and not a single tear shed. He was just immersed in deep pain and helpless confusion. Xing Conglian was very aware of this feeling, because he is now Almost one foot away, he was about to fall into the same abyss as Duanyang.

Now, he really needs someone to tell him clearly that Lin Chen can really get through this.

Even if someone opened up the horoscope and told him that Lin Chen would be in trouble today, but he would definitely turn it into good luck, he would believe it as a life-saving straw, but unfortunately, there is no such thing, they can only make it by themselves. In the past, no one would lend a helping hand.

Half of the cigarette in Duanyang's hand was burned, the wind was strong, and the remaining half seemed to be burnt out soon.

Xing Conglian crouched down, took out the cigarette, and bounced it into the dirty river.

Duanyang took time to look at him, but there was only death in his eyes.

"Duanyang." Xing Conglian spoke slowly and called the young man's name for the first time, "No matter what you want to say next, I can only say that I don't want to give up yet, and Lin Chen doesn't want to give up either, so I don't If you accept any sentencing nature, can you think of a way to do it... Doctor."

Duanyang clutched the railing tightly. When he said the word "doctor", Duanyang suddenly looked up at him. After calming down again, Duanyang woke up and said with extreme difficulty: "Consultant Lin's allergic reaction is too serious. It will inevitably lead to a more severe acute shock than just now, and he will die immediately."

"And then?" Xing Conglian asked calmly.

"Then, now I still have a small amount of erythromycin available." When Duanyang said this, he did not bring any hope, but a strong sense of despair.

"It sounds terrible." Xing Conglian laughed sarcastically.

"First of all, penicillin is almost the best choice for sepsis, erythromycin is generally only used as an adjuvant drug, and the dose I have now is too small to achieve the amount required for treatment, which is why I did not choose erythromycin in the first place s reason."

"Continue." Xing Conglian said.

"Now that Consultant Lin's immune response has been provoked, almost all literature guidance says that the drug should be stopped immediately and similar drugs should be avoided to provoked a more severe immune chain reaction, and his case clearly states the same Allergic to erythromycin, that is to say, once I try to desensitize him to erythromycin with the desensitization method just now, there is a high possibility that he will die of acute shock immediately..." Duanyang paused and looked carefully. "I've used up the last hormone just now. As long as he goes into acute shock again, I won't be able to save him."

Xing Conglian listened quietly to Duanyang's narration. The doctor told him the cruelest facts in the simplest and most understandable words. He thought about it and asked, "What if antibiotics are not used?"

"The wound on his hand has matured. I'll make an incision and drainage for him later. There are no antibiotics. Unless a miracle happens, he may not survive the dark. Of course, if your people send the medicine ahead of time..."

"There won't be a miracle, right?" Xing Conglian asked Duanyang's bloodshot eyes.

"Do you think I would still believe this thing?" Duanyang asked back.

Xing Conglian couldn't answer. He thought that the choice was difficult, but it was just the beginning, but now the multiple-choice question has become: does he choose to let Lin Chen die immediately, or watch Lin Chen die slowly.

Seeing that he didn't answer for a long time, Duanyang said, "I'm going to ask Consultant Lin, and I also need to respect the patient's opinion..."

"No need." Xing Conglian interrupted him, "This choice is in my hands, try again."

Duanyang looked at him with deep shock. They all knew that whoever made the choice would be responsible for death, and live in the regret that may come in the future.

...

When Lin Chen woke up a little from his severe allergy, he always felt crowded around him.

It is very strange that in the short period of time he had just fallen into a coma or fell asleep, he did not dream, and no chaotic and extremely tangled dead people appeared in his dreams. As if he was just a traveler after a long journey, he saw a very comfortable soft bed at the end of the desert, lay on it, and rested for a while.

It wasn't too hot or too cold around, just a little crowded.

He opened his eyes slightly, looked around, and saw someone laying on the other side of this narrow hospital bed with his head resting on his hands, that was naturally Xing Conglian.

He glanced at the hanging physiological saline. The remaining amount of the saline bottle and the sky outside the window told him that his fantasy of recovering from a serious illness after falling asleep did not happen, and the time just passed.

"When can you not be so smart?" Xing Conglian's low and hoarse voice sounded from his left side, "I wanted to lie to you just now that you are already well."

Lin Chen glanced at Xing Conglian, but the other party was still lying down, and he could only express his dissatisfaction in a very slight to nothingness voice: "I'm a patient..."

"I know."

"You sleep here...I sleep...where?"

"In my arms."

Before he could react, Xing Conglian turned around, clasped his waist lightly, and dragged him into his arms with an attitude that could not be rejected.

Lin Chen subconsciously wanted to struggle, Xing Conglian pressed against him tightly, and leaned behind his ear, and said only two words in an extremely cold tone: "Don't move."

Lin Chen shuddered and calmed down in Xing Conglian's arms.

Xing Conglian really did what he said.

Xing Conglian's cold lips were still pressed behind his ears, trying to talk to him: "Where did you pick up such a child."

Lin Chen thought about it and asked him, "Duanyang?"

"yes."

"Speaking...it's a long story..."

"I don't really want to hear it either."

The strange jealousy in this sentence is really cute, Lin Chen retracted into Xing Conglian's arms a little, recalled the things they had experienced together, and said to Xing Conglian: "He is very good, but... Great..."

"My brain is not very good." Xing Conglian's tone was obviously not good.

"Need me... ask for mercy for him?" Lin Chen asked tentatively.

"No." Xing Conglian's voice was extremely cold, "Consultant Lin, I think we really need to deepen our understanding, please believe that no matter how good he is, if you put other people's lives on your own next time I'll lock you up with a chain until you're safe, and you'll never have to step out of the door again."

Lin Chen didn't know why the topic came back here, but if there is a next time, it would be really good, so he said, "Well... be sure to lock me up."

"You can only be by my side."

"it is good."

He felt that if his body allowed, they would probably talk together for a long time as usual, as if they would never end up.

When Xing Conglian was talking, he kept kissing his auricle, and when he said "No", he gently bit his earlobe. Lin Chen felt that his ears were hot, his whole body was numb, and he couldn't move at all.

He blinked, Xing Conglian's embrace was too warm, making him want to sleep again.

At this moment, Xing Conglian finally spoke slowly, and Lin Chen knew that the most crucial sentence was coming.

But Xing Conglian's voice was not solemn, he just said easily: "Duanyang said that penicillin can no longer be used, we have to try again. But the next drug may cause more serious arousal. Once the desensitization fails, you will die immediately, but you have no choice, I will let him come in later to get the medicine."

Lin Chen was stunned for a moment, he didn't know, where did Xing Conglian have the courage to make such a decision on his behalf, it was too difficult, his lips trembled and he could hardly speak.

Xing Conglian's hand around his waist was very tight. He turned around with difficulty and tried to reach out and hug Xing Conglian, but the moment he raised his head, Xing Conglian's kiss fell.

The back of his neck was gently hugged, and the man smelled of menthol tobacco, his lips and teeth were clean and cold, with a hint of coldness in the forest.

However, the kiss was soft and warm, as if feathers brushed across the water, or the grass was bathed in sunlight. Lin Chen thought of the daisies and geraniums on their balcony, and the scene when the sun rose and the petals slowly unfolded.

Xing Conglian just sucked his lips gently, without further aggressive movements, because they were so close, their breathing was entangled, and even each other's heartbeats were almost clearly audible.

Finally, Xing Conglian let him go.

"Lin Chen, come with me."

Xing Conglian's voice was so calm and indifferent, as if he was just asking him if it would be nice to have dinner together.

With me, alive and dead.

Lin Chen looked at him quietly, and did not cry again.