Ashes Medical Records

"I'm sorry, your son's condition... There is not much hope even for chemotherapy or radiotherapy, and even for bone marrow transplantation... According to the current situation, by the time it's your family's turn, I'm afraid it's already..." The doctor couldn't bear to continue. Such cruel words have been repeated over and over again in his more than ten years of practice, like a habit engraved in his mind, but every time he said it, he always felt a palpitation in his heart. "No... No way! Doctor! I beg you, please save my son... He is only eighteen years old and has just finished taking the college entrance examination. His life has just begun, doctor!" The woman cried. The sudden blow almost broke the mother's heart, and she knelt on the ground with a plop, kowtowing vigorously. The middle-aged man on the side quickly helped his wife up, but his eyes were filled with tears, which made this relatively tall man instantly stooped and his face became very gloomy. "Is there really no hope? Doctor." There was still a glimmer of hope in the man's heart. Even the lady who was kneeling on the ground raised her head, and her black hair was randomly blocked on her face, but it was difficult to block the light called 'hope' in her eyes. "I'm sorry... He only has five years left to live at most." A gust of wind blew out, extinguishing the already shaky candlelight in the man's eyes, and taking the thing called 'hope' with him, he flew away and never came back. Outside the door, a pale boy was leaning on a cold bench. There were patients and nurses coming and going, white hospital gowns, white coats, white walls, white ceilings...