Xia Yuanqiu handed another diagnosis certificate to the old man and said, "This is Grandpa Deng's diagnosis, late stage lung cancer." No wonder his face looked so bad in the photo.
Mr. Xia glanced at the diagnosis certificate and frowned: "This old guy, how many times have I told him to quit smoking, but he just doesn't listen. He doesn't take the medicine I give him. If he takes it regularly, I will give it to him." Even with the medicine, we wouldn’t be in this situation today.”
Qihua continued: "People are always like this. When they feel healthy, they will not take any medicine no matter how delicious it is, let alone a good medicine that tastes bitter?"
Mr. Xia raised his eyes and looked at Qihua and asked, "Where is he now? Can you take us to see him?"
Qihua nodded: "Of course I can, I left someone there to watch, he is always at home!"
Mr. Xia quickly stood up and said to Qihua: "Without further delay, let's go now!"
As soon as Qihua walked to the gate, his cell phone rang in his pocket. He answered the call, his face changed slightly, he quickly hung up and said to the old man: "It's not good, Mr. Deng suddenly fainted. My people have already killed him." Sent to the hospital.”
When Mr. Xia heard this, he hurriedly said: "Then what are you waiting for? Go to the hospital quickly!"
The group all got on Xia Yuanqiu's Hummer and rushed all the way to the hospital.
Outside the hospital gate, Qihua's men were already waiting. When they saw their arrival, they immediately led the way and took them directly to the ICU.
Outside the door of the intensive care unit, they happened to meet the doctor coming out of it. The old man hurried forward and asked: "How are the patients inside?"
The doctor frowned at the old man and said, "Are you the patient's family?"
The old man thought that Old Dengtou had almost no relatives here, and that his only son was far away in the United States and could not be counted on. He simply nodded and said: "I am his eldest brother. If you need anything, just tell me."
"Brother? Doesn't he have a spouse or children?" the doctor asked.
The old man replied: "His wife died ten years ago, and his son is in the United States. He may not be able to come back for a while. If you have anything to say, it's the same thing if you tell me directly."
The doctor then nodded and said: "No wonder, he should have been hospitalized for this disease a long time ago. Until now, the condition has become more and more serious. Even if it is an operation now, the success rate is only 20%. He is so old. Our opinion ,Conservative treatment."
They are both doctors. How could the old man and Xia Yuanqiu not understand the meaning of conservative treatment? If an operation is performed, Old Deng's head may not come down easily. Although conservative treatment has a weak effect, at least he can live for a while.
The old man snatched the physical examination report from the doctor's hand and read every indicator carefully.
The doctor frowned and reached out to take back the report that the old man had snatched away, but was blocked by Zhu Yan: "It's just a look, why should I be so nervous?" Zhu Yan said.
The doctor said solemnly: "This is the patient's medical record. You can't look at it at will. Bring it over!"
Xia Yuanqiu said: "Isn't the patient's medical record written just for others to read? My grandfather is also a doctor. Is it excessive for him to read his brother's medical record?"
When the doctor heard that this old man was also a doctor, his expression softened a lot and he said, "This is the hospital's rule, and there is nothing we can do about it."
The old man had already read the medical records and simply handed them back to the doctor, smiling: "Sorry, I was in a hurry!"