Sunday.
Gu Qichen underwent another physical examination. Seeing Shen Bin's troubled expression, he understood a few things.
"Director Shen, if you have anything to say, please tell me directly."
Shen Bin still tried to persuade Gu Qichen, "Mr. Gu, the doctors at our hospital do have limited skills. If you agree, perhaps Miss Qin can be involved. She has previously researched medication for untreatable conditions and is known as a miracle hand in surgery—"
Gu Qichen's gaze flickered, "That won't be necessary."
Since the situation was decided and Shen Bin couldn't cure it, he didn't want Qin He to waste her efforts and end up disappointed.
Shen Bin wanted to persuade further, but seeing Gu Qichen's firm attitude, he could only sigh.
"Since amputation is inevitable, when will the surgery take place?" Gu Qichen asked.
His indifferent attitude surprised Shen Bin.
Normally, any patient facing amputation would be distraught, either crying out in pain or despairing.
But Gu Qichen was as calm as if it were not his own body.
Shen Bin, thinking of Qin He, said, "If your legs remain uncured, they will gradually become necrotic. My suggestion is to wait a while longer and see if there's any new hope."
That sole hope lay with Qin He.
"Alright, I understand. Thank you, Director Shen," Gu Qichen said.
Shen Bin nodded, "Then please rest well. I will go check your latest examination results."
Watching Shen Bin leave, Gu Qichen leaned back against the headboard, his expression detached as he looked at his legs. His hand by his side clenched into a fist, his knuckles turning white.
Perhaps soon, he would lose his legs.
And lose Qin He—
Gu Qichen took a deep breath. After a long moment, his hand by his side relaxed.
…
At eleven-thirty in the morning, in Qin He's hospital room, she and Gao Lang finalized the treatment plan.
After a week of effort, the four of them had worked day and night. Gao Lang's hair was disheveled like a bird's nest, and he appeared energized despite the lack of sleep.
Gao Lang held the treatment plan, his eyes bloodshot, "This plan is finally decided. I believe the possibility of a cure is thirty-five percent!"
Wang Jiming adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, "For a patient who was destined for amputation, even a one percent chance is worth trying. Thirty-five percent is already very high."
Qin He sat to the side, her long hair pinned up with a pen.
Looking at the treatment plan before her, Qin He took a deep breath, "It's not enough! It needs to be at least fifty-one percent!"
For Gu Qichen, she had to fight for at least a fifty-fifty chance!
"Fifty-one percent? That's impossible, isn't it?" Gao Lang stated directly.
Wang Jiming and Li Fengrui also shook their heads.
Thirty-five percent was already the result of their week-long all-nighters. They had consulted numerous documents and sought advice from surgical friends regarding similar cases.
Qin He picked up a cup of black coffee and took a sip, "It's alright. Since we have a preliminary plan, I'll study it further and see if there are any ways to improve it."
She looked up at the three of them, "You three have worked very hard with me this week, staying up all night. You should all go back and rest. I'll handle the rest."
Gao Lang hesitated, "Miss Qin, the medication we researched earlier has been approved and is now officially in use. The pharmaceutical administration also notified us that the drug has received commendation from the World Health Organization and several international awards. They would like to invite you to receive them—"
It wasn't that he didn't understand timing, but one of the awards was too significant. In the history of the medical organization since its inception, fewer than five people had received it.
Qin He was the only one in the past twenty years!
Qin He shook her head, "If it's just to accept an award, any of you three who has the time can go. It's the same."
Qin He's gaze remained fixed on the treatment plan in her hands as she spoke.
Seeing this, Li Fengrui pulled the other two, shook his head silently, and gestured for them to leave.
Outside the room, Gao Lang couldn't help but sigh, "Mr. Gu is truly enviable. Miss Qin is giving up such an important award just to treat him."
Li Fengrui smiled, "You're not married yet, you don't understand matters of the heart. If it were my wife or my daughter in this situation, let alone an important, prestigious award, I would trade my life for it!"
After a few more words, Wang Jiming sighed, "I'm utterly exhausted. If we want to help Miss Qin, I think the best thing for us to do now is go home and get some sleep, so we can work together tomorrow to improve the treatment's success rate."
After a brief exchange, the three of them quickly left.
Inside the hospital room, Qin He was looking at the treatment plan when her phone suddenly rang. She picked it up and glanced at the message. It was from Shen Bin.
The message contained only one file: [Gu Qichen's Latest Physical Examination Report].
Qin He's expression turned serious. She opened the report and read it for a while. Gu Qichen's condition had not improved.
She directly called Shen Bin.
When the call connected, Shen Bin's voice came through, "Hello, Miss Qin."
Qin He cut to the chase, "Director Shen, I've read Gu Qichen's report you sent. I'd like to ask about his current attitude. Did you discuss what we talked about with him?"
Shen Bin's voice sounded helpless, "Miss Qin, I did my best to persuade him, but before I could even finish speaking, Mr. Gu refused."
Qin He pursed her lips, her hand on the table slowly clenched, her nails digging into her palm.
"I understand. I've also developed a treatment plan with a success rate of about thirty-five percent. I still want to improve it further."
Shen Bin's voice was filled with surprise, "Thirty-five percent!"
"Yes, once I finalize it, we can discuss it further," Qin He said.
Qin He continued to study the treatment plan until the afternoon.
At half-past five in the afternoon, a knock sounded at the door of the hospital room. Xu Wanwan pushed it open and walked in.
"He'er, I've brought you dinner."
Qin He nodded, "Put it over there first, I'll eat it in a moment."
Xu Wanwan took a deep breath. Seeing Qin He's haggard appearance, her anger surged.
She walked forward and directly took the treatment plan from Qin He's hands.
"In the past week, you've only eaten five or six meals and have been staying up day and night. If you continue like this, Gu Qichen might not recover, but you'll collapse first."
Qin He replied with a sigh, "You return the treatment plan to me first, and I'll eat."
"Eat first," Xu Wanwan stated firmly.
Her rare assertiveness left Qin He with no choice but to obediently walk to the side and eat.
Xu Wanwan sat beside her, persuading her, "No matter what, your health is the most important. If you don't maintain a good state of mind, even if you develop the best research plan, will you have the energy to perform surgery on Gu Qichen?"