"Mr. Liu, I'm sorry, after consultation with our hospital's experts, it is confirmed that there is a lesion in your lung, and this lesion is in a strong active state..."
In Xiayang Central Hospital, Pan Mingsheng, chief physician of the oncology department, told Liu Zhijiang about their diagnosis.
"Director Pan, can you make it simpler?" Liu Zhijiang said lightly, but he was very nervous inside. After all, this is related to his health and even his life.
"In layman's terms, we suspect that you have lung cancer." Pan Mingsheng's tone was regretful, with a bit of sadness, but his heart was inexplicably happy.
Because of the situation at this time, Pan Mingsheng felt: Isn't you Liu Zhijiang capable? Isn't it the richest man in Xiayang City? Does the entire Xiayang City seem to be under your control? But now, you, Liu Zhijiang, still have to obediently listen to Lao Tzu's "sentence". From now on, you, Liu Zhijiang, can basically say goodbye to your hundreds of millions of savings, villas, luxury cars, and many lovers one by one.
In his biography, Pan Mingsheng wrote a sentence that he thought was very philosophical—no matter whether you are poor or rich, everyone is equal in front of tumors!
After Pan Mingsheng's "judgment" was over, he began to comfort Liu Zhijiang again: "Mr. Liu, the diagnosis result is basically correct. I have also conducted online consultations with experts in the provincial capital on this point. Fortunately, we discovered your condition in time. This gives us time for treatment. At present, your condition is in the early and middle stage, as long as you persist in chemotherapy and other related treatments, it should be able to delay the development of the condition, and even have the possibility of recovery."
Pan Mingsheng's so-called "possibility of recovery" is about one percent. But he must emphasize this possibility, because people like Liu Zhijiang are really big customers no matter for him or the entire hospital. For this one percent hope of recovery, Liu Zhijiang may pay him millions or even More expensive medical bills!
Pan Mingsheng was waiting for Liu Zhijiang to "state his position" in front of him, waiting for Liu Zhijiang to say to other patients, "Doctor, please help me, I am willing to spend any money", but Liu Zhijiang was surprisingly calm, He just said lightly: "I see, thank you, Director Pan."
Pan Mingsheng couldn't help being taken aback, he didn't expect Liu Zhijiang to be so indifferent to life and death.
"Could it be that what I said was not serious enough?" Pan Mingsheng thought for a while, and then said, "Mr. Liu, you have to think about it carefully. Although your current illness is in the early and middle stages, if you don't hurry up and treat it, the condition will be serious. If it deteriorates further and develops to an advanced stage, then the time window for treatment will be completely closed—"
"I see." Liu Zhijiang seemed a little impatient, and the old housekeeper Chen Yang invited Pan Mingsheng out directly.
"Uncle Yang, I didn't expect to be seriously injured by that kid." Liu Zhijiang smiled wryly, "If you come out to play around, you really have to pay it back! I thought that after all these years of hiding my strength and biding my time, I would be able to live a long and peaceful life. The water is all gone, the enemies didn't want my life, but Lord Yan is coming to take my life!"
"Ah, walking on the rivers and lakes, how many people can have a good death. Zhijiang, if you can persist in practicing kung fu these years, if you can practice kung fu to the state of nourishing qi, I'm afraid you won't get sick." Chen Yang sighed.
"What's the use of talking about it now." Liu Zhijiang said dejectedly, "I didn't expect that after decades of hard work, I would end up with an unsatisfactory end--I'm really not reconciled! At fifty years old, I should have a successful career, enjoy my old age, and enjoy my life." The family is happy, but... forget it, what's the use of talking about it. I won't stay in the hospital, I don't want to be made worse by them just to survive for a few days."
"Zhijiang, don't worry, maybe the hospital may have misdiagnosed you—by the way, since that kid can see your condition, could it be that his medical skills are really good?" Chen Yang felt hopeful.
There was also a spark of hope in Liu Zhijiang's eyes, but it was extinguished in an instant. He shook his head and said, "It's unlikely. That kid is so young, how could he be a master of medicine. I'm afraid, he is just blind."
"Blindness is also worth a try." Chen Yang said.
"Then let's find out the details of this kid first." Liu Zhijiang said, "If he really has a few brushes, it won't be too late for us to find him."
At this time, Liu Zhijiang had given up hope in his heart, because he felt that this was his fate.
Of course, when despair strikes, many people will accept their fate, even if they never believe in fate.
Chen Yang is still making the last effort, calling people to find out the details of Qin Lang, mainly about Qin Lang's medical skills. If he doesn't know, he will be really shocked.
After a while, Chen Yang's hand holding the phone was trembling: "Zhijiang...you...you are really saved!"
"Uncle Yang, what do you mean?" Liu Zhijiang looked at Chen Yang puzzled. Liu Zhijiang had just been sentenced to "death sentence" by a doctor, and he had just realized his fate. Unexpectedly, Chen Yang brought him a ray of hope in the blink of an eye.
"That boy... that Qin Lang, he is really good at medicine! He... he is actually the uncle of Lin Wuchang, the master of health preservation! I heard that the mayor of Xiayang City and the governor's wife have all consulted him!" Chen Chen Yang said excitedly.
Of course, this is thanks to the propaganda power of those media reporters. They have successfully "arranged" a new identity for Qin Lang, and they have also boasted a lot. It's just that some reporters' reports are unavoidably inaccurate, such as treating the mayor. , It turned into treating the mayor, and treating the governor's daughter became treating the governor's wife. Of course, although these reports are a little bit inaccurate, the praise of Qin Lang is surprisingly consistent, so Chen Yang asked people to check, and easily found out where Qin Lang's strong medical skills are.
Listening to Chen Yang's praise of Qin Lang, Liu Zhijiang's heart also ignited a flame of hope, and the flame became stronger and stronger: "Listen to you, that kid is not blind, but his medical skills are really good. Niubi? "
"I'm afraid he's not so awesome!" Chen Yang said with certainty, "Otherwise, the governor's wife wouldn't give him face. Zhijiang, without further ado, let's go find him."
"However, this kid wants us to join forces with him to deal with Feng Kui—"
"Help is important! In my eyes, Feng Kui's life is far less valuable than yours." Chen Yang said in a deep voice, "If necessary, I will personally kill Feng Kui!"
"Uncle Yang, thank you." Liu Zhijiang said, "Right now, let's go find that kid. Sigh, I didn't expect that I just rejected his proposal last night, and today I will bow my head at the door. It's really... Sigh."
Everyone cherishes their own life, and Liu Zhijiang is no exception.
Therefore, after learning that Qin Lang is a "miracle doctor", Liu Zhijiang couldn't wait to go to No. 7 Middle School to find Qin Lang.
For Liu Zhijiang's visit, Qin Lang had long expected it, but Qin Lang avoided it.
The reason is also very simple: I want to study in class!