Chapter 474: Pulling Up Trousers and Refusing to Acknowledge the Debt

"Teacher Shen, if you put it that way, Interventional Surgery is actually quite good. Although it isn't a one-hundred-percent cure, at the very least, a portion of patients can live for a long time." A guest said, "Have you seen similar patients?"

"I have," Professor Shen said. "They look exceptionally healthy now, at least better than I do. It was only when taking their medical history that I learned they have been treating Liver Cancer in the Interventional Department for 4 years, and now they still have to get a Magnetic Resonance Imaging scan every 3 months."

"Exceptionally healthy?!"

Professor Shen's description was completely different from everyone else's perception of Cancer.

Shouldn't a patient in the late stages of Cancer be bedridden and sickly? How could they look healthier than Professor Shen?

"In late-stage Liver Cancer, there usually aren't any very obvious physical manifestations, which is why a large proportion of patients are already in the late stages by the time it's discovered and cannot undergo surgery. This situation is very common in Clinical practice, and it is also the point of physical examinations."

Professor Shen said.

"Discovered only when it's late"—these words struck the guests' hearts, sizzling as they landed.

No one wants to die, and no one wants to be perfectly fine, eating hot pot and singing songs, only to suddenly be told by a Doctor one day during a physical exam that they have late-stage Cancer.

This is also why many people fear physical examinations.

If you don't check, it doesn't exist; many people are willing to be ostriches.

"Teacher Shen, are there really no early warning symptoms?" someone asked.

Professor Shen shook his head. "Some people have them, but most people have no symptoms. I heard the Director of the Hepatobiliary Surgery Department say they encountered a patient who only came to the hospital for a consultation when a clear Tumor could be felt in the liver region. The Tumor was about 20cm in diameter."

20cm—this number shocked the guests.

"And then?"

"After several sessions of Interventional Surgery, the patient underwent a Surgical Resection of the liver; it seems the surgical results were exceptionally good. Of course, this was good luck; very few people can recover from a 20cm Tumor," Professor Shen said.

Guangtou Zhuchiren asked curiously, "Teacher Shen, Doctor Han just said they have 433 patients with similar conditions."

"With the scale of the Affiliated Hospital, they must receive hundreds of such patients a year, but not many are able to survive," Professor Shen said with a fair assessment. "However, after all, there are relatively mature means to solve the problem now; trying is always much better than going home to wait for death, isn't it?"

"That's true," the guests nodded one after another.

In any case, having one more method, even if it's just to try, with a 10-20% probability, is a very important solution.

After all, they are treating late-stage Cancer, not Appendicitis or Cholecystitis; having such a rate is already very high—unbelievably high.

Gradually, the guests' gazes became focused.

After all, this involves everyone.

It is not just entertainment.

The camera lens faithfully recorded every word Doctor Han said. Although everyone had already accepted this shock during post-production, no one said much, and no one felt he was being long-winded; instead, they looked earnestly at every piece of the patients' imaging data.

"We have computers now. These are patients from after we brought the Intelligent System online, which allows us to search and save patient imaging data. There are still some from before, but I didn't look them up for you." After finishing the data on the last patient, Doctor Han explained this to Fan Dao.

"Truly impressive," Fan Dao praised from the bottom of his heart.

"It's alright. Although it can't be a one-hundred-percent cure, at least there's a chance."

Doctor Han and Professor Shen's views were consistent, and what they said was more or less the same.

"Thank you, Doctor Han," Fan Dao thanked him very politely.

"You're welcome, this is what I should do," Doctor Han smiled.

"The patients currently in your department..."

Just as they were speaking, a Nurse knocked on the door. "Brother Han, the Director isn't here, there's a consultation in Gastrointestinal."

"Gastrointestinal?" Doctor Han frowned.

Fan Dao's Spirit lifted.

Writing is like looking at mountains—one dislikes flatness; the same is true for making variety shows.

If one could be engaging while being plain and narrative, it wasn't that he couldn't do it, but that would require a long period of brewing.

The most critical thing is the current impact of short videos; the audience's threshold has been pushed to the limit, and abandoning a show at the slightest sign of dragging is the norm.

An emergency—it came just at the right time.

There was an emergency consultation, and looking at Doctor Han's expression, he seemed somewhat troubled; Fan Dao felt a surge of joy.

But in a flash, Fan Dao realized this was a hospital, and it was definitely wrong for him to be happy because a patient was in a difficult situation, so he immediately restrained his smile.

"I'll go right away," Doctor Han said, looking at Fan Dao apologetically. "Fan Dao, I'm sorry, there's an emergency consultation."

"Can I follow along and take a look?" Fan Dao asked.

"I'm afraid not."

What Doctor Han said was "I'm afraid not," but his tone was extremely firm, completely different from his previous gentleness.

The look on his face, like someone who pulls up their trousers and refuses to acknowledge the debt, made Fan Dao feel regretful.

Fan Dao sighed inwardly; it really seems all Doctors have a bit of a scumbag streak.

When he had something to ask of him earlier, his attitude was incredibly amiable, but now that there was an emergency consultation, Doctor Han's face immediately stiffened, treating him like "Lady Niu" 【a reference to a fickle lover】.

What kind of people are these?

However, although Fan Dao was grumbling slightly in his heart, he also knew that medicine has its own particularities.

"Then I'll follow you to the entrance of the ward area; I won't go in, and I won't interfere with your work," Fan Dao said.

Doctor Han had no choice; since Fan Dao had put it that way, he felt embarrassed to refuse. As long as he didn't enter the ward area and didn't record the footage of his consultation, that would be fine.

As for the rest, people have their own freedom, and he couldn't interfere.

"Fine," Doctor Han said, and hurried off to the consultation.

The Camera Crew trotted along behind Doctor Han, ready to go.

Watching the shadow of Doctor Han in his White Uniform and his hurried pace, a sense of sacredness and urgency welled up in the heart of an old pro like Fan Dao.

Arriving at the entrance of the ward area, the Camera Crew stopped, and Doctor Han hurried inside without even saying a word.

"Director, what we record today still needs to be coordinated with the surgery," Fan Dao's assistant saw that there was nothing to do, so he had the Camera Crew stop recording and spoke with Fan Dao.

"Mm." Although Fan Dao knew time was tight, the Doctors here seemed to have a natural resistance to the camera, and he didn't know what would happen next, so he just nodded.

Fan Dao's assistant fell silent.

He was also somewhat bewildered, not knowing what content to record next.

For this episode of the program, it seemed as if an invisible pair of hands was pushing from behind.

"Excuse me, excuse me."

Fan Dao and his assistant stood at the entrance of the ward like two door gods, when a voice came from behind them.

A middle-aged man wearing a black mandarin jacket and sunglasses brushed past them.

Fan Dao's assistant glanced at him, "Director, this person is dressed so strangely."

"Oh, he should be a Yin-Yang master." Fan Dao was knowledgeable and guessed the other party's profession from their attire.

It was nothing strange for a Yin-Yang master to appear in a hospital.

(End of this chapter)