Her expression was complicated. "Ruoruo, Feifan saw every inch of me. Am I supposed to thank him for it?"
Yan Ziruo chuckled slyly again. "No need to thank him. If you think about it, Feifan was the one who got the better end of the deal."
Song Yi huffed softly. "That’s true. He’s just lucky to be living in this day and age."
"If this were an earlier dynasty, Feifan would have had to take responsibility for me for the rest of my life..."
「At this very moment, at the Affiliated Hospital, Yan Feifan was facing a not-insignificant problem.」
A young couple, carrying a toddler of about two or three, along with several elderly people, had swarmed around him.
"Mr. Yan, we sold our car, we sold our house... We just can’t afford it anymore. We don’t have the money for the medicine."
"A single injection costs seven hundred thousand!"
"Please, save our child. I’m begging you."
Faced with the young parents’ pleas, Yan Feifan wore a troubled expression.
The 700,000-yuan injection they mentioned was an imported, precision-targeted drug used to treat SMA.
SMA is also known as the number one genetic cause of infant mortality. It is an autosomal recessive genetic disorder.
The parents of an affected child are usually carriers. The patient suffers from the loss and degeneration of motor neurons in the anterior horn of the spinal cord and the lower brainstem, leading to severe muscle atrophy and weakness.
Patients find it difficult to perform simple movements like turning over, kicking their legs, or crawling. Eventually, they can lose the ability to walk and develop respiratory and swallowing difficulties.
This 700,000-yuan injection can increase the level of survival motor neuron protein in SMA patients, thereby improving motor function, increasing the survival rate, and altering the course of the disease.
However, the injection must be administered every four months to remain effective.
The Extraordinary Fund’s fifteen or sixteen million yuan would only be enough to support one child for a few years.
Yan Feifan met the hopeful gazes of the young parents and the elderly people with them, and steeled himself to say, "I truly sympathize with your situation."
"But I have to make a choice."
"Should I help one family and one person, or help more families and more people."
"I’m very sorry, but I can’t help you. Please, go home."
As soon as Yan Feifan finished speaking, the young mother grabbed hold of his white coat!
"Mr. Yan! Mr. Yan! We’re not asking for much. Just one injection, that’s all."
"We’re just asking for one shot, to let my child live for a few more months."
"Mr. Yan, I’m begging you..."
There were things Yan Feifan wanted to say, things bottled up inside him.
But he opened his mouth, saw onlookers holding up their phones to record, and forced the words back down.
The Yan Feifan of today had learned enough about the ways of the world to know that words like "giving up" were not appropriate for a doctor to say in this situation.
"I understand your feelings completely."
"However, one of the principles of the Extraordinary Fund is to help those who have a chance to regain their health, return to society, and create value..."
Facing the young mother’s tearful, pleading gaze, he couldn’t bear to look her in the eye. He apologized again, "I’m sorry. In your situation, I’m powerless to help!"
As Yan Feifan was speaking, Yu Suye arrived with a few young doctors from the emergency department, inconspicuously forming a protective circle around him...
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