Chapter 30

Chapter Thirty: Bai Lan's Terminal Illness

Lin Chen nodded and said, "That's right, I didn't expect you to be so tough. Remember the prescription: 20g of honeysuckle, 20g of forsythia, 15g of isatis root, 15g of polygonum, 15g of fish腥grass, 6g of scutellaria, 10g of licorice, 6g of fermented black beans. Boil them in water, reduce three cups to eight-tenths, and drink it once after dinner every day for three days, and you'll be fine."

After saying this, he took Bai Lan and left.

As they stepped out of the door, Bai Lan curiously asked, "Brother Lin Chen, was that woman really terminally ill and about to die? I didn't expect her to have such a serious illness by coincidence."

Lin Chen laughed and said, "There's no such thing as coincidence. She just had a cold. The prescription I gave her is for a cold. How could she die? Even if I didn't treat her, she would probably get better in a few days."

"Ah, Brother Lin Chen, you're so naughty. You were just scaring her. She was so scared that her face turned pale."

Bai Lan was speechless, then asked again, "But she said her neck hurt a lot when she pressed it just now."

Lin Chen replied, "She has a very active sex life, which has depleted her body, causing severe yin deficiency. Combined with a cold, it's normal for that acupoint to hurt."

Bai Lan giggled playfully, "Brother Lin Chen, you're so naughty. She was just a cold, but you scared her half to death. In the end, you gave her medicine, and she will probably be very grateful to you."

Lin Chen laughed, "They were trying to trick you together. There's no need to be too polite when dealing with such people. Besides, my bluffing requires skill, which not everyone can do."

Bai Lan nodded and asked curiously, "Brother Lin Chen, how did you know that woman had a headache and was hospitalized with a severe cold last month?"

Lin Chen said without modesty, "I observed it. Didn't that woman say I'm a miraculous doctor?"

"Hehe, I feel like Brother Lin Chen is boasting." Bai Lan smiled sweetly.

Seeing the innocent smile on Bai Lan's face, Lin Chen's mood improved, but suddenly his expression changed.

"What's wrong with your nose? It's bleeding."

Suddenly, fresh red blood flowed from Bai Lan's small, delicate nose, contrasting sharply with her overly pale skin.

Bai Lan's face changed drastically. She wiped her nose with the back of her hand, and her hand was covered in blood.

The blood flowed faster and faster, and it wouldn't stop.

Bai Lan used the back of her hand to block her nose and forced a smile, "I'm fine. It might just be a heat rash."

"Nonsense, have you ever seen someone with a heat rash bleed like this?"

Lin Chen immediately grabbed her hand and took her pulse. He also smeared some blood from her nose and sniffed it, his expression turning grim.

Lin Chen supported her head and pressed a few points on her nose, and the bleeding finally slowed down.

"Do you know what's wrong with your body?" Lin Chen stared into Bai Lan's eyes, his expression serious.

Bai Lan was taken aback. She didn't expect the nosebleed to stop so easily. She felt a cool sensation from Lin Chen's fingers passing through her nose and into her body, and the bleeding stopped.

Hearing Lin Chen's question, Bai Lan forced a smile, "Brother Lin Chen is indeed a miraculous doctor. I... I know what I have, you don't need to worry too much."

Lin Chen's eyes twitched, and his voice turned low, "You know what you have, and you can still smile? Should I say you're thick-skinned or overly optimistic? Chronic myeloid leukemia, with a history of three to four years, already in the late stage!"

This disease is hard to detect from the outside, and Lin Chen didn't pay attention at first, so he didn't notice.

Late-stage chronic leukemia is even more difficult to treat than acute leukemia. In modern society, at this stage, it's almost a death sentence.

He was surprised that Bai Lan, knowing she had a terminal illness, could still smile.

Despite the bitter and forced smile, a typical teenage girl would be terrified, crying and emotionally collapsing. But Bai Lan, in this situation, still went out to sing on the street and work as a waitress.

This seemingly shy and innocent girl was far from as weak as she appeared, and she had her own story.

Lin Chen frowned and said, "Why don't you go to the hospital for treatment? If you had started treatment when you first discovered it, you could have lived a few more years.

Also, what about your family? Since you know your condition, they should know too. Why do they allow you to work? Such parents are too irresponsible!"

Bai Lan said softly, "I'm an orphan, raised in an orphanage since childhood."

A hint of sadness appeared on her face but quickly disappeared.

Lin Chen was taken aback, "I'm sorry, I didn't know you were an orphan."

Bai Lan shook her head and smiled gently, "I know you're worried about me, Brother Lin Chen. Thank you, you're really a good person. I'm very happy, as few people care about me like this."

Seeing that Bai Lan's face showed no sadness, only a sweet smile, Lin Chen couldn't help but sigh, "You're quite optimistic. Most people with this disease are usually depressed and find it hard to smile."

Bai Lan smiled, "Yes. Although I grew up in an orphanage, the director and others treated me very well. It's actually a very nice place. But now that I'm grown up, I can't stay there forever, or it would add to the director's burden."

"Your attitude is good. Being depressed will only make your condition worse. The director of the orphanage seems to be a good person, to have taught you to be so optimistic." Lin Chen praised.

Bai Lan's smile was bright, "If you have the chance, I can take you to visit the orphanage. The director is really a good person, and the children there are very well-behaved. You'll definitely like them."

Seeing her excited expression, Lin Chen said helplessly, "You should focus on yourself first. Even being optimistic, you need to face reality. Do you know how serious your condition is? If you don't get treatment, you might not live for more than half a year."

Bai Lan's smile froze. She had been deliberately avoiding her illness.

She was just an ordinary girl. No matter how strong and optimistic she was, she still feared death. She had cried many times in her bed and suffered from insomnia many nights. But what else could she do except pretend to be indifferent?

Perhaps treatment could extend her life, but she had no money.

Moreover, the doctor had clearly told her that her condition was already very difficult to control. Even with treatment, she might not live for more than a year.

Since she couldn't escape, she could only grit her teeth and force a smile.

At this moment, being repeatedly reminded of her leukemia by Lin Chen, sadness welled up in her heart, and her eyes couldn't help but turn red.