The nurses appeared in Zhang Heng's room at regular intervals to give him water and food, help him turn over, and deal with his waste.
Around the twelfth day, Zhang Heng was basically eating only liquid food. He had developed intestinal syndrome; his abdomen kept gurgling, and fluid could be heard moving through his cecal region. On top of that, the shedding of his oral mucosa made it impossible for him to swallow solid food. He could only survive on thoroughly boiled rice paste and injected nutrients.
Even so, by the fourteenth day, he began passing blood in his stool. His excrement was full of mucus and blood, and he also started losing large amounts of hair. The female doctor had already canceled her other house calls and devoted all her energy to Zhang Heng.
She spent almost the entire day by the ward, watching the progression of Zhang Heng's condition through the glass window and drawing up corresponding treatment plans.
To stimulate the growth of Zhang Heng's bone marrow cells, the female doctor injected him with a newly developed growth factor. But just as the doctor had said when he first entered the instance, modern human medicine had no particularly effective treatment for radiation. The damage occurred at the molecular level. All hospitals and doctors could do was prolong the patient's life as much as possible, treat the various complications, and ultimately pray that the human body's powerful ability to repair itself would help the patient survive the ordeal.
On the twentieth day, the female doctor entered the sterile ward in protective gear to observe Zhang Heng's condition up close.
After entering, she found him lying on the hospital bed with his eyes wide open, completely motionless. He looked like a corpse.
The female doctor was badly startled and