SFS Chapter 639: There Will Always Be a Way Out
Chapter 639: There Will Always Be a Way Out
Jiang Shuo could no longer control his emotions and broke down crying, "Grandpa... Dad... Dad is sick."
When Mu Huiying and Dean Guo heard this, the smiles on their faces froze instantly. At the same time, Mu Huiying rocked Jiang Shuo in her arms.
He asked nervously, "Dad is sick. You are so capable, why don't you stay by his side and help Colleville to treat him?"
Jiang Shuo wiped his snot and tears with his sleeves and said anxiously and helplessly:
"It's no use. Dad has heart and lung failure and is in critical condition. He urgently needs a matching donor heart and lungs to stay alive.
Grandpa, contact Sister Cui Jiani immediately, activate the hospital foundation, contact the Red Cross, mobilize all available resources, and immediately find a matching donor heart and lungs for Dad."
When Mu Huiying and Dean Guo heard this, their eyes involuntarily turned to Jiang Chengyu who was unconscious in the wheelchair.
Jiang Shuo was keenly aware of their actions, and his heart was immediately alarmed. He jumped out of his grandmother's arms and quickly stood in front of Jiang Chengyu.
His eyes were full of vigilance and nervousness, and he said loudly: "Dad has repeatedly warned us not to let anyone have any ideas about Little Daddy.
I've already had a falling out with my grandparents, so I brought Little Daddy back to G City. If you two also want Little Daddy, I can take Little Daddy and run away."
Seeing this, Mu Huiying quickly made a gesture to stop them and said sincerely, "No, stinky baby, we have no intention of hitting on Little Daddy. Don't worry, why would Grandma do anything to make you sad?"
Dean Guo also quickly agreed: "Yes, stinky baby, grandpa will never do that. Just take little daddy back to the bedroom to rest.
Grandpa Guo immediately contacted Cui Jiani and held an emergency meeting at the hospital to find a matching donor heart and lungs. He was determined to do everything he could to save Dad.
Dean Guo knew that this matter could not be delayed. Mu Xiaoji's condition of cardiopulmonary failure was extremely critical, and every minute and every second was related to life and death.
The search for donor hearts and lungs requires mobilizing the hospital foundation's vast resource network and collaborating closely with various organizations such as the Red Cross.
Only through a series of professional and complex processes is it possible to find a matching donor in the vast sea of people.
After hearing his grandparents' assurances, Jiang Shuo's tense nerves relaxed a little, but his eyes were still full of vigilance.
He turned to Guan Shan and Yan Kai and said, "Take little daddy upstairs to rest. Be careful."
Guan Shan and Yan Kai nodded solemnly and carefully pushed Jiang Chengyu towards the bedroom.
Jiang Shuo then took Xiaoxue's hand and said softly, "Xiaoxue, come on, live next to my bedroom. That way, I'll be the first to know if anything happens."
Xiaoxue nodded sensibly and followed Jiang Shuo. Along the way, Xiaoxue looked at Jiang Shuo's back, which was full of fatigue and worry, and couldn't help but feel distressed.
She knew that Jiang Shuo, at his age, should have been carefree, but because of family changes, he had to bear such heavy pressure.
After Jiang Shuo settled Xiaoxue, he returned to his little daddy's room and looked at the sky gradually darkening outside the window, feeling mixed emotions.
Dad's condition weighed heavily on his heart like a huge rock. And whether Grandpa and Sister Cui Jiani could successfully find a matching donor heart and lungs remained uncertain.
He secretly swore in his heart that no matter what, he would protect his father and little daddy and protect this family.
Jiang Shuo, who was a bit childish just now, now has lost his childish and innocent look, replaced by a determined look.
He was like a loyal and resolute little guard, his eyes showing determination and persistence. He walked lightly to the bedside table,
She reached out and picked up the laptop, climbed onto the big bed nimbly, and sat quietly next to her little daddy Jiang Chengyu.
Then, Jiang Shuo skillfully operated the computer, his slender fingers tapping quickly on the keyboard.
He first logged into the official forum of Renxin Hospital, which was a medical exchange platform founded by his father, bringing together medical experts and enthusiasts from all over the country and even the world.
Jiang Shuo looked focused as he typed word by word: "Dear uncles and aunts, I am Jiang Shuo, and I am four years old.
My father, Mu Xiaoji, is the founder of Renxin Hospital. He is now suffering from heart and lung failure.
My father has devoted his entire life to the medical profession. He founded the hospital to help more patients.
Now, he is lying on the hospital bed, dying. I implore everyone to help my father.
If you have any clues about matching heart and lung donors, please contact us by calling Dr. Cui Jiani of Renxin Hospital.
After posting this request for help, Jiang Shuo immediately opened the official website of the China Organ Transplant Development Foundation.
He carefully read every regulation and process on the website. With the medical knowledge he learned from his little father since childhood, he clearly knew the importance of each step.
He carefully filled out the help form, describing in detail his father's condition, medical history and current treatment.
"My father has always taught me that medicine is a career full of hope. Now, I place all my hopes here.
I hope uncles and aunts can lend a helping hand..." Jiang Shuo wrote this in the remarks column.
Jiang Shuo then logged into the official Red Cross platform. He had no doubt that the Red Cross had extensive experience and a comprehensive system for organ donation and rescue.
On the help page, he wrote sincerely: "Uncles and aunts of the Red Cross, I urgently need your help.
Dad's condition is urgent and every minute and every second is crucial. Dad once told me that the Red Cross is a place that spreads love and hope.
Now, I ask you to use your professional channels and extensive resources to help find a matching heart and lung donor.
Dad has been practicing humanitarianism throughout his life and has treated countless patients. I hope this love can be passed on and give Dad a new life..."
Not only that, Jiang Shuo also used a professional medical search engine to screen out the official websites of all regular institutions related to organ rescue and donation at home and abroad.
He entered one by one, and at the help windows of each platform, he patiently repeated the words of help, his words sincere and full of affection.
Every time after entering a request for help, Jiang Shuo would carefully check it to ensure that the information was accurate, hoping that his sincerity could be seen by more people and win a glimmer of hope for his father.
He knew very well that in this race against death, every possible opportunity should not be missed.
Night falls quietly, and the neon lights of the city flicker like stars falling on the earth.
Dean Guo drove the white Volkswagen CC, skillfully controlling the steering wheel and slowly driving into the parking space. With the crisp sound of the handbrake clicking, he quickly pushed open the car door and rushed out like an arrow.
Dean Guo jogged all the way and ran straight to the hospital lobby. He walked quickly towards the elevator as if he was familiar with the route. The people around him came and went, but they could not stop his eager steps at all.
Soon, the elevator door slowly opened, revealing a crowd of people. Without giving much thought, Dean Guo squeezed in with the crowd.
The small space was filled with various auras, but his mind was not on these things at all. There was only one thought in his mind:
Get to the doctor's meeting room as soon as possible to find out the progress of finding a donor for Mu Xiaoji?
The elevator slowly rose, and the pause at each floor seemed like a long torture.
Finally, arriving at the destination floor, Director Guo couldn't wait to squeeze out of the elevator and ran towards the doctors' meeting room.
When he arrived at the door of the conference room, Dean Guo was so anxious that he didn't care about the etiquette of knocking. He pushed the door open and walked in with big strides.
In the conference room, Cui Jiani, Luo Jinxi and Bai Jinrong were sitting at the conference table, surrounded by several doctors in white coats.
Everyone's expressions were solemn, the atmosphere was so oppressive that it made people breathless, and everyone's face was filled with worry and helplessness.
Cui Jiani held a stack of documents in her hand, which were densely packed with various data and information. These were their efforts to find a matching heart and lung donor.
Luo Jinxi and Bai Jinrong sat aside, their eyes revealing a hint of fatigue. One of them was from the Public Security Bureau and the other from the Wushu Association. They looked anxious because they could not help.
Seeing Dean Guo come in, his face was filled with anxiety. His voice trembled as he asked anxiously, "Jiani, how is the search for a matching heart and lung donor going?"
Cui Jiani slowly raised her head, her eyes full of helplessness and loss. She shook her head gently and said:
"On the day Xiaoji was hospitalized, Cheng Jianpeng called me to inform me of Xiaoji's condition. After hearing the news, I immediately activated the hospital's foundation.
This is a special fund set aside by our hospital for major disease relief and organ transplantation-related projects.
At the same time, I also contacted the hospital's organ transplant center, which brings together the hospital's top organ transplant experts and resources to provide patients with the most professional organ matching and transplant services.
Not only that, I have also mobilized several other relevant departments to seek help, hoping to find a suitable donor through various channels. However, as of now, there has been no news."
Dean Guo's expression instantly turned dejected after hearing this. He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white from exertion, and slowly sat down at the side of the conference table.
I couldn't help but complain: "Xiaoji has been doing good deeds all his life, dedicated to the medical profession, and saved countless patients.
He treated every patient with kindness and made such a huge contribution to society. In the end, he suffered such a misfortune at such a young age. God is so unfair! "
Seeing this, Luo Jinxi quickly stood up, walked to Dean Guo, and said softly:
"President Guo, please don't worry too much. I've already contacted my grandfather, Professor Cao Guohua, at the Military Hospital.
After learning about Xiaoji's situation, they have been working diligently to help us find a donor heart and lung within the military region and related cooperative units.
Xiaoji is so kind, and with so many people working hard for him, I believe there will always be a way out."
Dean Guo raised his head, a glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes, but was immediately replaced by deep worry.
He grabbed his hair, looking somewhat helpless, and whispered, "I hope so!"
The conference room fell silent again, and everyone prayed silently in their hearts, hoping that a miracle would happen and bring hope of life to Mu Xiaoji.