Chapter 8 Immunosuppressants
After thinking all night and still not finding a way out, Xu Cang gradually became convinced that he was a failed rebirth. If he couldn't save his mother, what was the point of his rebirth?
Xu Cang did not have a strong desire for money and fame. He did not envy those who were in business and politics. He just wanted to save his mother's life. If he could not achieve it, he would have to experience the pain of his mother's death again, so it would be better not to be reborn.
The next morning, Xu Cang went out with his ID and found that the street was much busier . He immediately realized that something was wrong. When he looked at the date, he realized that today was Saturday.
He had been so confused these past two days that he had even forgotten that yesterday was Friday. Now even if he went to the company, no one would be there. Tomorrow was the weekend, and no one would be there either, which meant he would not be able to return his flight certificate.
The flight ticket could not be delayed, so I had to put the handing in of my flight certificate on hold. I had originally planned to hand in my flight certificate and tell the flight department that I was leaving the company, but that also be delayed.
However, in the eyes of the company, he is a good-for-nothing, and no one will care about him. I will ask the company for the documents and resignation when I have time after I return.
After making the decision, Xu Cang returned to his residence, settled the room fee with the hotel owner, and put his flight documents in his luggage. In the evening, he received a message from his father, saying that his mother Chen Min's condition had temporarily stabilized, which made Xu Cang breathe a sigh of relief. However, his father did not mention any information about the subsequent treatment, and Xu Cang did not ask more. Anyway, he could ask the doctor in person when he returned tomorrow.
Another night passed, and Xu Cang got up early the next day. He had to catch the airport bus at 7 a.m., but taking a taxi was too expensive. He didn't have much stuff, he carried one on his back and another in his hand, mainly clothes, and his flight certificate was placed in the zippered pocket inside his jacket.
In fact, Xu Cang's flight was at around 11 o'clock, but there were only three airport buses a day, so he had to leave much earlier. It didn't matter if he waited for two hours at the airport.
I don't know if it's psychological, but the one-hour ride made Xu Cang a little carsick. When he arrived at the airport, there was no self-service check-in machine. If it was too early, he couldn't check in at the manual counter, so Xu Cang found a bench and prepared to take a nap.
He was so dizzy that he didn't even eat the steamed buns he brought with him for breakfast. A pilot also suffers from motion sickness, Xu Cang really didn't know how to evaluate himself.
In order to prevent himself from oversleeping, Xu Cang specially set an alarm clock and then closed his eyes to rest. As his muscles gradually relaxed, Xu Cang's consciousness gradually blurred, and soon, a slight snoring sound was heard.
I’ve been through so many things in the past two days since I was reborn the day before yesterday, and coupled with the motion sickness, I fell asleep quite easily.
I don't know how long it took, but in a daze, Xu Cang felt something strange on his thigh, and he touched it and it seemed like his phone was vibrating. He suddenly woke up, took out his phone and checked the time, and it turned out that it was less than 50 minutes before takeoff.
The alarm should have gone off half an hour ago. Was I sleeping so soundly?
Xu Cang rubbed his eyes and saw that it was his father Xu Zhenming who called. He adjusted his sitting position slightly and answered the phone: "Dad, what's wrong?"
"Son, have you arrived at the airport?"
Xu Cang shook his head . He had been sleeping with his head tilted, and his neck was sore when he woke up. "Yeah, I'll go check in right away."
"Oh, that's right. I asked the doctor what you asked me to ask just now when he was doing his ward rounds." Xu Zhenming paused and said, "The doctor recommended conservative treatment."
"Conservative treatment? Isn't conservative treatment for pulmonary fibrosis just waiting to die?" Xu Cang couldn't believe that the doctor would say that. This was almost equivalent to asking the family to prepare for the funeral arrangements.
Xu Zhenming lowered his voice, probably just outside the ward. He sounded helpless: "I mentioned the lung transplant you mentioned. But the doctor said that the immunosuppressants used to fight organ transplant rejection have serious side effects, especially on the kidneys. You know, your mother's kidneys are not good either. Even if she has a lung transplant, she will still have to take medicine in the later stages, and your mother can't stand the medicine. The doctor said that even if the operation is successful, it will only last another one or two years. It's not worth spending hundreds of thousands of dollars on an operation just for one or two years."
Hearing what his father said, Xu Cang straightened up suddenly. He had actually forgotten that he would have to take immunosuppressants after the lung transplant. However, in his previous life, his mother had passed away before she even reached that stage, so Xu Cang naturally paid less attention to her.
Immunosuppressants, from the first-generation corticosteroids to the second-generation cyclosporine, all have very strong side effects. Cyclosporine, in particular, has obvious nephrotoxicity, which his mother Chen Min simply cannot bear.
From a rational point of view, the doctor's advice is the best. Spending all your money to raise money can only extend your life for one or two years, and the quality of life in these one or two years is not high, so it is not very meaningful.
"If there was a third generation of rapamycin..." Xu Cang thought to himself.
He remembered that the third-generation macrolide anti-rejection drug rapamycin would be put into clinical use three years later, and it was even on the news at the time. Rapamycin has much fewer side effects than the first two generations of anti-rejection drugs, especially kidney toxicity. It was simply a drug that was perfectly suited to his mother's condition.
However, his mother had passed away at that time, and Xu Cang only read the news and didn't know much about this new drug. He didn't know where the drug was produced or what the current development progress was. However, he vaguely remembered that the trademark on the drug packaging in the news was a green leaf, but he couldn't remember the name of the manufacturer.
Xu Cang thought for a moment and said to his father, "Dad, go ask the doctor if he has heard of a new drug called rapamycin?"
Although the doctor should be more informed than him, I heard that the pharmaceutical company that developed rapamycin is still a small one and I'm afraid it's not well-known.
"What's so shocking?" This kind of vocabulary is obviously beyond the scope of Xu Zhenming, who only has an elementary school education.
"Forget it, I'll ask the doctor myself when I get back. I have to go check in." Xu Cang looked at the time. It was almost the latest check-in time, but he didn't dare to waste time explaining rapamycin to his father.
"Oh, go ahead, go ahead, just send me a message when you're on the plane."
Xu Cang quickly hung up the phone and carried two bags to the check-in counter. There was no queue in front of the counter, so Xu Cang quickly walked to the counter and handed his ID card to the teller: "If it's convenient , give me a seat by the corridor or window."
The teller worked on the computer for a while, and suddenly returned the ID card to Xu Cang: "Sir, I'm sorry, the place is full and there is no room left."
