Chapter 857: No Way to Treat

Don't get agitated, Jianqiang.

Shi Yong, brother, stayed in the hospital for a while earlier and also had a physical exam.

But this part is located in the back, and other organs block it, so a general checkup can't detect it.

Moreover, a routine blood test can't detect it either.

I'm telling the truth; modern medicine also has many shortcomings." Dean Yang looked at me and said.

What should we do,

Dean Yang, find a way to treat him; I'm willing to spend all my money to save Shi Yong." I said earnestly.

Dean Yang waved his hand and said,

Jianqiang, I can understand your feelings.

Once this disease is detected, it's already late-stage; early detection is basically impossible. It's hidden too deeply.

By the time CT and imaging can see it, it has basically already metastasized.

Let me tell you about this disease; it's not something you can cure just by spending money.

The boss of Apple phones, Steve Jobs, got this disease; he spent tens of billions of dollars, but only extended his life by seven years.

Moreover, he had access to the world's best medical resources and organ supplies, able to get a liver transplant anytime.

But, unfortunately,

currently there is no method at all for this cancer.

In the medical field it's called the king of cancers.

Moreover, it develops extremely quickly,

and is hard to control.

Hearing Dean Yang's words, I gritted my teeth, not knowing what to say.

Jianqiang, I understand your feelings. If you don't believe what I say, you can take Shi Yong to Sheng Li Yi Yuan Hospital for further examination.

You can also go to Sijiucheng to find specialists who treat tumors for treatment.

Our capabilities here are indeed limited. Shi Yong, brother, his condition is progressing rapidly, and now there's no chance for surgery." Dean Yang said painfully.

Hearing Dean Yang say that,

I can tell that Dean Yang is telling the truth; we've been old friends for over ten years, he wouldn't hide anything from me, and he even voluntarily admitted he can't treat it.

At this moment I took out a cigarette, trembling as I lit it, and took a puff.

Then I asked Dean Yang, 'Dean Yang, your advice can only be conservative treatment.'

I wanted to ask whether we have any specialists for this kind of treatment.

Do you know any you could introduce to me?

Jianqiang, I know the foremost authority on this; in fact I've already consulted him. When Shi Yong, brother, first discovered it,

I gave him the films and other test results, and he said the same thing as I did.

There's no chance for surgery.

If you don't believe me, I'll give you his contact number.

He is the chief specialist in Sijiucheng. You can call him directly for consultation." After Dean Yang finished speaking, he quickly wrote a set of numbers on a piece of paper.

I glanced at it,

and silently memorized it in my heart.

I then asked, "Dean Yang, I want to ask whether Shi Yong knows."

He probably doesn't know, but I believe he himself is aware of his own physical condition.

Also, his wife Ya Ling knows the situation; I told her right away.

At that time, Ya Ling specifically told me not to inform you, so I didn't notify you right away.

After you called me yesterday,

I thought about it, considering your relationship with Shi Yong, brother, and decided to tell you." Dean Yang said.

Ya Ling already knows." I said.

Dean Yang nodded,

We have the right to let the patient's family know first about the patient's condition.

Will Ya Ling tell Shi Yong?" I asked,

I'm not sure, but from what I see now, Shi Yong's mental state is fine; he probably doesn't know." Dean Yang said.

At this moment I took another hard drag on my cigarette,

Dean Yang, I want to ask you, with conservative treatment, how long can life be prolonged in this situation?

That, I find hard to answer you. Because of individual differences, it's hard to give a general rule.

If it's fast, the body fails in a little over a month,

while some can drag it out for more than half a year.

In short, the survival rate for late-stage never exceeds one year. Jianqiang, I know you're in pain, but this is reality." After Dean Yang finished speaking, he patted my shoulder.

I could no longer control my emotions,

and suddenly burst into tears,

and I cried in a repressed manner,

tears flowed uncontrollably from my eyes.

My mind went blank,

staring at the CT film, I really wanted to shout loudly, 'This isn't real.'

At this moment, Dean Yang could only comfort me,

Actually, in the face of disease, humans are sometimes quite powerless.

After a while, I waited for my emotions to calm.

Dean Yang said: "Jianqiang, I suggest you contact some more famous experts for a consultation, so they can give the best treatment plan."

As long as we can find a way to treat Shi Yong, brother, I will fully cooperate with them.

"Dean Yang, I understand what you mean."

After all these years of our relationship, you wouldn't lie to me; I trust your judgment.

Let me check on Shi Yong.

Then I'll consult other experts.

"I will think of every possible way to prolong Shi Yong, brother's life." I said, wiping my tears.

Dean Yang said: "Okay, Jianqiang. If you want to transfer hospitals or seek treatment outside the province, I have no objection."

When you see Shi Yong, you must control your emotions.

You should know that a good mood has a very positive effect on treatment.

"Don't worry, Dean Yang, I will definitely not mention this." After saying that, I slowly walked out of Dean Yang's office.

I did not immediately go to see Shi Yong; I needed to calm my emotions.

I was afraid my negative emotions would be transmitted to Shi Yong, giving him bad thoughts.

I left the hospital, found a step, and sat down in the sunlight.

The May sunlight shone on me.

But this warm sunlight could not warm my inner heart.

I took out my phone and dialed the number Dean Yang gave me.

The call was quickly connected,

"Hello, who is this?"

"Hello, Director Wang, I am a friend of Dean Yang from the city hospital,

"My name is Zhao Jianqiang, and I want to consult you about something." I said.

"Go ahead, Mr. Zhao." Director Wang said on the phone.

"I want to ask about a patient's condition; his name is Shi Yong. Dean Yang gave me the data a few days ago."

"I want to hear the patient's true situation." I said.

"Oh, yes, Lao Yang previously sent me the patient's condition a few days ago."

"What is your relationship to the patient?" Director Wang asked on the phone.

"I am the patient's friend." I replied.

"Alright, I will speak frankly; I believe Dean Yang has already talked with you."

This patient is already in the late stage, with widespread metastasis.

There is no chance for surgery; only conservative treatment is possible.

"As for the treatment plan, I have already discussed it with Dean Yang. There is nothing else." Director Wang said quickly on the phone.

"Director Wang, as an expert in this field, is there really no other method? The patient used to be in good health; how did he suddenly contract this illness?"

Moreover, he had a checkup a few days ago…."

"Mr. Zhao, let me tell you this: the disease is deeply hidden; ordinary examination methods cannot detect it at all."

Moreover, once it is detected, it is already at an advanced stage.

The patient definitely overeated and overindulged in the early stage,

his body was strong; even if the disease gave off signals, he paid no attention.

Many things are like this; there's nothing that can be done.

"Alright, I have other things to attend to." Director Wang then quickly hung up the phone.

Chiefs like this attending physician are very busy; they generally do not waste their own time.

His words were no different from Dean Yang's.

Should I consult someone else instead?

You should know that Director Wang is already a top expert in the country.