The nurse gave her a look and did not answer, but simply said, “The head doctor is looking for you, so go in and ask him.”
The words left his mouth and he went back to the section.
“This …” Christine White bit her lip.
Bess Camp tapped her on the shoulder, “Go on.”
Christine White bit her lip, hmmmed, and lifted her foot into the section as well.
“Doctor!” Going inside, she called out to the doctor inside.
The doctor looked up, “You’re Christine White?”
“Yes.” Christine White sat over and sat down across from him.
The doctor picked up a report on his desk and pushed it in front of her, “Here are your test results, take a look at them.”
Christine White stared at the white paper in front of her, hesitant to reach out for it.
She was afraid, afraid that it was going to turn out the way she wanted it to up here.
“Why don’t you look?” The doctor asked, frowning when he saw Christine White set still.
Christine White swallowed, “That … Doctor, I don’t want to see it, so if you have any questions, just tell me.”
She didn’t really have the courage and guts to see it for herself.
“Okay, since you said so.” The doctor brought back the examination report, flipped it twice, and said, “You are all the organs examined, there is no problem with your heart, liver, or anything else, the only thing that is problematic is that your kidneys are a bit weak, and the initial suspicion, is failure.”
Boom!
Christine White felt something in her head that exploded and blasted her, making her feel like the whole world had gone gray.
Surprisingly, it’s true, she really was genetically predisposed to kidney failure.
And her incubation period has passed, and now she’s starting to get sick.
“Why? Why this time of year!” Christine White’s psyche crumbled and her little face was pale.
The doctor looked at her like this and showed no sympathy or pity, because he had seen patients break down so many times that he was numb.
“Ms. White, I know this result is a big blow to you, so I hope you will seek medical treatment as early as possible, early treatment can also buy more time for waiting for the kidney source, your blood type is special and the kidney source is very hard to find, so I hope you consider it clearly.” The doctor said.
Christine White’s eyes were red and tears were welling up inside, “Doctor, is it true that if I get treatment now, the baby that’s in my belly, I have to get rid of it?”
“Good, because not only do you have to take a lot of medication during the treatment, but you also have to input a lot of drugs, the baby in your belly won’t be able to stay, and even if it does, it will either be stillborn or deformed.” The doctor replied.
Christine White swayed, only to feel some blackness in her eyes.
She shook her head hard to get rid of that dizziness in her head and stood up clutching her stomach, “No, I can’t get rid of it, I’m so pregnant, how can I get rid of it.”
“You can’t heal without measuring!” The doctor’s serious face.
Christine White still shook her head, tears streaming down her face, “Is it okay if I don’t have any more treatments then? I just want to have him.”
“With your current state of health, and the rate at which your kidneys are failing, you won’t necessarily be able to deliver your child in full term, and even if you can, do you dare to guarantee that your child isn’t genetically predisposed?” The doctor asked her.
Christine White froze, her little mouth opening several times, unable to speak.
The doctor sighed, “I understand your feelings, but many things in the world are not the best of both worlds, I hope you can understand, so, go back and think about it first, and come back to the hospital when you have figured it out. ”
After that, the doctor loaded her with the test results and handed them to her.
Christine White just went out with her soul.
Bess Camp had been waiting for her and when she saw her come out, she immediately stepped forward, “How did it turn out?”
Christine White turned her stiff neck like he was looking at her, both eyes scattered and empty in a frightening way.
Bess Camp’s heart skipped a beat as a sense of foreboding surged through her, “Christine, don’t you scare me!”
“…” Still unable to make a sound, Christine White slowly turned her neck back and put her head down.
As she moved, all of her hair also fell downwards, blocking her face so tightly that she couldn’t see the slightest expression, and could only infer through the color of her neck that she looked bad at the moment.
Without making much of a stop, she just crossed to Bess Camp’s side and walked forward at a stiff pace.
Bess Camp looked at his back and then at the section behind him, tempted to go in and ask what her condition was.
But ultimately more worried about her, worried that something might happen to her if she went out in this condition, he resisted the thought of going into the section and chased after her.
In the car, Christine White opted for the back seat instead of the passenger seat this time.
She looked a little miserable as she took off her shoes and curled her tiny body up in the back seat.
She still hadn’t opened her mouth to speak, and even closed her eyes, not moving a muscle, as if she were asleep.
Bess Camp glanced at her through the rearview mirror every now and then, worried about her in the state she was in.
Back at the residence, Bess Camp stopped the car, unbuckled her seatbelt and got out of the car, then turned around and pulled open the backseat door and gently nudged Christine White’s shoulder, trying to tell her to get out of the car.
Yet she didn’t respond.
Puzzled, Bess Camp went to her face, only to find that she was actually asleep.
I think I slept through crying. My eyelashes aren’t dry yet. They’re still wet.
“Hey …” Sighing slightly, Bess Camp pulled her sleeve up a fraction of an inch up her small arm and peeked into the car, scooping Christine White out across the room and heading for the living room.
All the way there, Christine White was unawakened and slept soundly until the moment Bess Camp pawned her to her bed, when she suddenly opened her eyes and woke up.
“Where is this?” She asked, confused and still a little less clear.
Bess Camp stood up straight, “We’re back.”
“Well.” Christine White rubbed her sore eyes, “Did I just fall asleep?”
“Yeah, more sleep?” Bess Camp asked.
Christine White shook her head, “No, can’t sleep anymore and I’m afraid to.”
She had just fallen asleep and had a dream.
I dreamed of receiving treatment, aborting the baby, and then waking up in shock.
“Hungry then?” Christine White didn’t want to sleep, and Bess Camp didn’t press the issue, turning to other questions.
Christine White still shook her head, “No appetite.”
“Well.” Bess Camp answered, her usual gentle gaze falling on her, wanting to speak, as if she wanted to ask something else but couldn’t.
At that moment, out of the corner of his eye, he was suddenly drawn to the file bag on the floor.
He remembered that it had been in her arms since she came out of the hospital, even when she fell asleep in the car, she hadn’t been able to do anything about it without letting go, and then he had just brought it up with him.
As for why she was on the floor at this moment, it would be because she had just let go when he carried her to the bed.
And what was in it, he probably guessed.
Bending down to pick up the bag of papers from the floor, Bess Camp held it up to Christine White, “Can I open it?”
Christine White’s head nodded slightly, both eyes staring blankly at the sheets.
With permission, Bess Camp nonchalantly opened the pouch and drew out its contents, which were indeed inspection reports.
He read the ten lines at a glance, and soon, he came to the last page.
Looking at the diagnosis on the top, and the doctor’s self-written recommendation on the line below, he froze.
The doctor actually recommended that she be hospitalized for an abortion!
No wonder she was acting like a walking zombie, no wonder she was crying, after all!
The hand holding the report tightened so violently that the report was pinched out of its folds, and Bess Camp looked painfully at the woman sitting on the bed, still curling herself up, and asked softly, half-heartedly, “What are you going to do now?”