Chapter 577: Shi Yong Got Sick

After Shi Yong had his blood drawn,

Dean Yang directly had Shi Yong go for another CT scan.

Just after the CT scan,

Dean Yang then called me, asking me to go into the CT room.

After entering, Dean Yang pointed at Shi Yong's just-taken CT and said: "Jianqiang, look at Shi Yong's brother, this is severe fatty liver plus alcoholic liver. Moreover, the liver already has fibrosis, and there are cysts in some places."

The gallbladder is also not good.

The kidneys are also not good.

I heard Dean Yang say that and was startled.

"Dean Yang, how did Shi Yong's body become like this? He's just turned forty."

"Alas, it's all from drinking alcohol; the liver's metabolic function is completely disordered."

"He must abstain from alcohol."

"Abstaining from alcohol is like taking his life. What can we do?" I said.

"Let's first hospitalize him for treatment; if we let Shi Yong's brother keep drinking like this, I believe in half a year his liver will turn cancerous, and by then there will be no way to treat it." Dean Yang said helplessly.

"Alright, Dean Yang, arrange a ward for Shi Yong; I'll hurry to get him hospitalized." I said.

I said that and then went out.

"Brother, what's going on? Did Dean Yang call you over for something bad? If it's really cancer, I won't look; either way it's death. I'll go home, drink, and wait to die." Shi Yong asked.

"Alright, Shi Yong, what are you drinking? Your body is all from drinking alcohol."

"You must abstain from alcohol from now on; otherwise, no one can save you. First, get hospitalized for treatment." I said to Shi Yong.

Shi Yong still wanted to say something, but seeing me truly angry, he didn't speak further.

I took out my phone to contact Ya Ling.

"Ya Ling, please come quickly to the city hospital; Shi Yong's condition is not good."

"This Shi Yong, no need to ask, he got an internal disease from messing around outside." Ya Ling said on the phone.

"Ya Ling, no, that's not it; come to the hospital and I'll tell you more." I said and then hung up.

Dean Yang had already arranged the ward; I accompanied Shi Yong as he moved in.

After a while, Shi Yong's blood test results came out.

High blood lipids, high blood sugar.

Blood sugar rose to 20.

Dean Yang looked at the lab report.

"Jianqiang, we've found the reason Shi Yong's brother loves to sleep; look how high his blood sugar is. The normal value is 6.1; he exceeds it by how many times." Dean Yang said to me.

Plus high blood lipids.

"Blood flow slows down, so he's always lethargic and always wants to sleep."

Shi Yong, upon hearing that,

"Dean Yang, my sleeping isn't an illness; it's mainly because I have no worries. It doesn't hurt or itch; why would I need to be hospitalized?"

"You, fortunately Director Zhang took a look; otherwise, you know what the next step would be like." Dean Yang said.

"How so? At worst, I'd just die and that's it." Shi Yong said indifferently.

"Death would be fine; the problem is you can't die even if you want to."

"The next step could be a heart attack or a stroke,"

"hemiplegia,"

"unable to speak, unable to control urination and defecation."

"Do you know, Shi Yong's brother, I'm not just scaring you."

"You're such a vigorous person; think about spending the rest of your life only able to lie in bed or sit in a wheelchair—would that be painful?" Dean Yang said seriously.

"My mother coming would be worse than killing me."

"Dean Yang, hurry and treat me; I don't want to become like Wu Laoer from that skit, walking around with a martial arts pose." Shi Yong shouted.

Even at this point, Shi Yong still has the mood to joke.

Dean Yang laughed,

"For now, you won't become Wu Laoer. Shi Yong's brother, this illness needs to be treated gradually; it can't be cured all at once. You need to be mentally prepared."

"How long will it take? Is three days enough?" Shi Yong asked.

"At least more than a month, as long as you follow the doctor's orders everywhere. No drinking or smoking." Dean Yang said.

Just as we were speaking, Ya Ling came in from outside.

"As soon as she saw me and Dean Yang, Ya Ling directly said: 'Brother, what illness did Dean Yang's Shi Yong have? Is it an internal disease? I already knew Shi Yong was messing around outside and wouldn't be honest.'"

"Ya Ling, it's not an internal disease; it's diabetes. I can't explain it clearly either. Let Dean Yang explain it to you." I hurriedly said to Ya Ling.

Dean Yang called Ya Ling to the side and gave her a detailed explanation of Shi Yong's condition.

After a while, Ya Ling finally understood Shi Yong's condition.

Ya Ling came up to Shi Yong,

"Shi Yong, humph, you little brat, you're done now. Still want to oppose me? From now on, you'll rely on me to serve you." Ya Ling shouted.

After shouting, she also showed off her arm to Shi Yong.

"Damn, Ya Ling, I'm not afraid of you."

"Don't look at your thick arm; that's just fat, whereas we are real muscle."

"If you don't accept it, try it." Shi Yong countered Ya Ling.

Ya Ling really extended her arm, wanting to arm-wrestle with Shi Yong.

Dean Yang saw the scene and was stunned on the spot.

Is this a married couple? The man is hospitalized, the woman comes to look after him; there should at least be some concern, feeling sorry for her husband.

But they have none of those feelings; they show love through force.

Dean Yang wanted me to persuade them, and at this moment Ya Ling shouldn't arm-wrestle with Shi Yong.

I shook my head and pulled Dean Yang out of the ward.

"Jianqiang, what the hell are Shi Yong and his wife doing? It left me dumbfounded."

"Dean Yang, they're just like that; as soon as they meet, they compare who's stronger, and when they argue they never use words—they go straight to fighting,

"whoever hits the other is right." I said with a laugh.

"Too rare." Dean Yang sighed.

"Dean Yang, Shi Yong's hospitalization plus buying medicine for Zhou Wei—can I first put 500,000 into your hospital?" I said.

"Brother Jianqiang, we've known each other for years; don't ask about the money, these are trivial matters." Dean Yang said.

"No, friends are friends; I'll pay every penny of the expenses. Shi Yong, you must be cured before you're discharged."

Also, tell Ya Ling to keep Shi Yong from sneaking alcohol,

"Only Ya Ling can control this Shi Yong. That's why I had Ya Ling come over." I arranged with Dean Yang.

"Treating Shi Yong's illness is only one aspect; afterwards he mainly has to rely on himself to slowly recover. He absolutely cannot touch tobacco or alcohol, and can eat only a little meat.

otherwise, if something happens, it'll be serious—no one can save him." Dean Yang said.

I nodded,

shook hands with Dean Yang,

"All right, Dean Yang, I understand; from now on Shi Yong is in your hands. I trust you."

Dean Yang shook hands and then went on his rounds.

I returned to the room, and Ya Ling won the arm-wrestle against Shi Yong,

Ya Ling was overjoyed,

"Shi Yong, you lost; from now on in the hospital you must listen to me."

Shi Yong shook his head helplessly,

"I didn't eat breakfast this morning, and they drew blood from a tube; otherwise I wouldn't have lost to you. Brother's here—brother, go buy me some buns.

After I eat the buns I'll have strength."

"What buns? You can't eat buns now—they're too greasy; in a bit I'll have Ya Ling make you something else." I said.

"If I don't eat buns, what should I eat?" Shi Yong shouted like a child.

"Shi Yong, you lost; listen to me, tell me what you want to eat and I'll buy it; if you keep shouting, I'll beat you." Ya Ling said, clenching her fist.

Ya Ling said she'd really hit him.

Shi Yong got scared and didn't dare speak anymore. Ya Ling bought food for Shi Yong.

Just then the nurse came and started hanging an IV for Shi Yong.

I said to Shi Yong: "Shi Yong, I'm telling you, this is no joke—you really are ill and must obey the doctor's orders,

no alcohol, no smoking, no meat.

Do you remember?"

After hearing me finish, Shi Yong sighed deeply: "What's the point of living like this? I might as well die."