He was admitted to the hospital where I was a few years ago. He had a fever for more than two years and had a cough without any other symptoms.
His grandparents have always been by his side, and he has never seen his parents. I took the opportunity to ask my grandfather: Where's Mom and Dad?
Grandpa sighed: Father had a problem with his brain, and his mother died soon after giving birth to him.
The child’s home is in the mountains, so it is dark, thin, and shy. I went to see him every day, and it took a long time to get acquainted with him.
A fever with a medical history of up to two years is a very troublesome disease. The hospital that the child went to before was not large, so the medical records are also very incomplete. The grandparents are illiterate, and every checkup takes a lot of money. Time can explain clearly to them.
After screening all the way, I also considered AIDS, but the child is so young, has no blood transfusion, no sexual behavior, where is the source of HIV infection?
So I considered tuberculosis, so I asked a big cow from the infectious disease department to come for consultation.
After watching the child, Daniel felt like tuberculosis, and he pulled me aside: Maybe it was AIDS. I said: There is no relevant medical history. Daniel is well-informed in the end: still check one, just in case.
The HIV test came back and it was positive.
I called my grandfather over again and showed off with him, saying: You must be lying to us. Has the child ever had a blood transfusion? Does the child’s parents have any special diseases? How did the child's mother die?
My grandfather was forced by me to have no choice but to answer: The child’s mother was abducted, and he ran away after giving birth.
I glanced at the old director behind me and immediately understood.
I told him that the child got AIDS.
Grandpa looked at me with a confused look: What is AIDS?
I told him again, his face was dumb, and he said it again, still dumb, and speaking of the third time that couldn't be more obvious, grandpa was still dumb.
I thought he didn't understand that what his grandson had was an incurable disease, but when he understood, he shook his head: But what can be done.
After the diagnosis was clear, the child's condition was quickly brought under control, and his grandparents took him out of the hospital. I explained the written medical advice to my grandfather clearly, and repeatedly told him to contact the CDC for the free treatment plan in the future.
The child with a little meat waved goodbye to me at the door of the ward, and my nose was sore.
What about this family of three?
There is also a silly dad to raise in the family.
Grandma talks very little, and grandpa is in charge of the family.
Grandpa himself has diabetes. Once he came to the office to ask me where I can buy domestic metformin. I said that there is a pharmacy next to our hospital. He shook his head: "Oh... a lot of the drugs sold in big cities are imported medicines, where you can afford them." Unhappy
families have all kinds of misfortunes.
Suffering is always closely intertwined with ignorance and poverty.
It is heartbreaking to see a beautiful and handsome boy like a peacock withering on the screen, but things in real life are a hundred times more heartbreaking than that.
Maybe what more can you do for that child?
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