“It’s said that foreign hospitals have introduced a new batch of drugs that can delay ALS. We are the first hospital in the country to try this new therapy. I remember we have a doctor here who has this disease,” the director said solemnly. The conference room fell into a heavy silence. This matter was no longer a secret, and Shaoting Yu didn’t have time to care about these things. He only asked, “Director, I know you’ve mentioned it because you want me to try it. How long is the trial period?” “It will probably take about six months,” the director clasped his hands together, pondering for a long time before adding, “I know Dr. Lin, as your wife, also suffers from this incurable ALS. You really need this opportunity, but the hospital won’t be responsible for any consequences.” Shaoting Yu’s expression was grave: “I understand, I’ll bear all the consequences myself.” As long as there was a chance, he wouldn’t give up. He would never let Lin Mengmeng slowly accept the fate of paralysis. If he couldn’t even take care of his wife, what right did he have to be a doctor? The director understood Shaoting Yu’s intention and sighed softly, “Dr. Lin is a dedicated pediatrician in our hospital, so we hope this treatment strategy succeeds, which would be a significant advancement in our medical capabilities.” Everyone agreed. The meeting ended, and the treatment strategy was soon handed over to Shaoting Yu. From the start of medication, through various surgeries and the use of equipment, everything was well-prepared. Shaoting Yu took full responsibility for this treatment, minimizing his clinic hours. The entire hospital was contributing to Lin Mengmeng’s care. During Shaoting Yu’s busy schedule, his parents, Mr. and Mrs. Shao, found time to visit the hospital. Upon hearing about Lin Mengmeng’s illness, both were astonished. Chen Zhe was temporarily taking care of the room. Looking at the still-unconscious Lin Mengmeng, Mrs. Shao was full of worry: “Mengmeng is such a good daughter-in-law, how could she get this disease? Doctor, can she still wake up?” “Yes, Dr. Chen, is there really no cure for ALS?” Mr. Shao asked. “Don’t worry, Mengmeng just had surgery yesterday, and she might still be under anesthesia,” Chen Zhe patiently comforted them.
Chapter Twelve: The Price
