Chapter 663: From Now On, You Will Have to Do Circumcisions All by Yourself

Near evening, Wang Daxiao held the report for the Tumor Marker and shook it in front of Mo Chenggui, saying, "Look at what I told you, the Tumor Marker is perfectly fine, nothing to worry about! See for yourself!"

"Wang Daxiao, being fine doesn't mean there isn't a Tumor. I am a Doctor, and you know my level is very high; don't waste your effort," Mo Chenggui said softly.

After 7 or 8 hours of psychological struggle, Mo Chenggui had become numb; if there is a problem, solve the problem first—worrying is useless.

He had said similar things to countless Patients in his life, and now it had truly come to his own turn.

The fact that the Tumor Marker values are normal does not mean there is no Tumor; this is a fact.

Wang Daxiao's words could only fool ordinary people, but they could not fool an old Clinical hand like Mo Chenggui at all.

Mo Chenggui knew in his heart exactly what had happened.

The space-occupying lesion in the lower right lung had spiculation on the edges; it could almost be determined to be Lung Cancer. As for whether it is squamous cell carcinoma or adenocarcinoma, that would depend on the pathological results after surgery.

The only thing worth being happy about was that no round metastatic foci were seen in the lung lobes.

If the lungs were full of metastatic foci, then there would simply be no need for treatment.

Mo Chenggui walked with heavy steps to the Fire Exit and sat down with a thud.

"Wang Daxiao, give me a cigarette."

"Mo." Wang Daxiao looked at his old partner, feeling a pang of sorrow. He didn't try to persuade him; things were already like this, so what did a cigarette matter?

Wang Daxiao held a cigarette in his mouth, lit it, took half a puff, the embers glowing bright, and handed the cigarette to Mo Chenggui.

"You know, people..." Mo Chenggui took a puff and sighed softly, "It's all fate."

"Don't talk nonsense, hurry up and come with me to be admitted to the Thoracic Department; we'll find an Expert from the Shanghai Pulmonary Hospital to perform the surgery this weekend, and it'll be fine," Wang Daxiao said.

When encountering such a major event, he didn't trust the doctors in his own hospital at all.

Although the Directors and Deputy Directors of the Thoracic Department in the province were all renowned Experts with several thousand surgeries a year, they could be called experienced.

But when it came to himself, when it came to his old partner Mo Chenggui, Wang Daxiao still wanted to choose one of the top three doctors in the country to be the lead surgeon, even if the surgery was no more difficult than a circumcision.

"Don't go through the trouble, my condition... cough, cough, cough, I know."

"You don't know a damn thing! Did Athena tell you? Are you trying to burn your cosmos?"

"Even though we aren't in the Thoracic Department, who doesn't know that coughing up blood and having a space-occupying lesion in the lungs basically means it's mid-to-late stage?"

"Get admitted first and get a PET-CT," Wang Daxiao said irritably. "If it's nothing, we'll operate immediately; after the surgery, you'll still have to have surgery, damn it."

Mo Chenggui suddenly laughed. "I remember a saying that was popular a few years ago: the tenth level of loneliness is having surgery all by yourself."

"Hahaha," Wang Daxiao laughed. "Do you think you're standing in the surgeon's position, without even an assistant, performing the surgery yourself?"

"Of course," Mo Chenggui also smiled slightly. "Surgery isn't something one person does."

He paused and looked at Wang Daxiao. "From now on, you'll have to do circumcisions all by yourself."

"..."

Wang Daxiao froze, then burst into a string of curses, though his shiny bald head looked somewhat dim and lusterless.

After finishing the cigarette, Wang Daxiao sent Mo Chenggui home.

The Thoracic Department had already been notified to reserve a private room, and he would go to be admitted tomorrow morning.

Before being admitted, Mo Chenggui had to go home to tidy up and take a shower.

"Damn it, still have to run," Ji Yongchang said with emotion as he watched Ji Xiang and Sha Paozi return, seeing that the energetic dog lay down in the room after coming back, panting heavily, looking too lazy to even stand.

"It's run itself out," Ji Xiang said. "Dad, why don't you go for a run too? Sha Paozi is quite well-behaved; there were many girls on the road who wanted to pet him."

Ji Yongchang scoffed at Ji Xiang's words.

Running?

Not in this life, and not in the next life either.

Running hurts the knees; yes, that's right, it hurts the knees.

After eating, Ji Xiang rode his bicycle to the Second Affiliated Hospital.

Arriving at the hospital, Zhao Zhe and Lin Jiuze were already working in front of the computers.

Lin Jiuze didn't need anyone to teach him; after watching for a few moments, he used the Second Affiliated Hospital's operating system even more skillfully than Zhao Zhe.

He really is a very capable old Attending Physician, Ji Xiang thought to himself as he looked at Lin Jiuze's back.

After changing his clothes and arriving at the office, Zhao Zhe said mysteriously, "Xiao Ji, do you know? Mo Jiaoshou Chenggui has had an incident."

"An incident? I don't know, what happened?" Ji Xiang was startled, feeling a bit nervous.

"Mo Jiaoshou coughed up blood yesterday, had a CT scan, and it's considered to be Lung Cancer in the lower lobe of the right lung."

Speaking behind his back, he directly called the space-occupying lesion Lung Cancer without any cover-up, and there was no need to cover it up.

"!!!"

"Mo Jiaoshou is only 50, how could he have Lung Cancer? He doesn't smoke, doesn't drink..."

Zhao Zhe was still rambling, but Ji Xiang had already stood up.

He hurriedly grabbed Ji Xiang. "Xiao Ji, don't be anxious. They say Mo Jiaoshou just finished the admission procedures this morning; there's nothing to see if you go now. If you talk to Mo Jiaoshou, he'll have to force himself to keep you company. I know that feeling; you don't want to say a single word of nonsense."

Ji Xiang thought about it, and what Zhao Zhe said seemed right.

"What examinations did the Thoracic Department arrange?" Ji Xiang asked.

"The CT was done yesterday, and the Outpatient Department also checked the Tumor Marker. Today, he's having a comprehensive physical examination, mainly to get a slice enhanced CT."

"When is the check?"

"It's all arranged for 1:30 this afternoon, waiting for a few blood test results to come back before going."

Ji Xiang calmed down. He seemed to freeze for a moment, and Lin Jiuze, like a hunting dog that had smelled something, turned his head to look at Ji Xiang.

"Then it'll be this afternoon," Ji Xiang said blankly.

Zhao Zhe sighed; he didn't continue talking like a chatterbox.

He knew very well that Xiao Ji was sentimental; when he first arrived at the Second Affiliated Hospital, his first teacher and first medical team were Mo Chenggui and Wang Daxiao.

Now that he had encountered Mo Chenggui suffering from Lung Cancer, it was impossible for Ji Xiang not to be saddened.

But what could sadness accomplish?

Xiao Ji could not perform Thoracic Surgery, and besides, a right lower lobe Lung Cancer would at most require a lobectomy, or perhaps a lymph node dissection; the surgery was not simple, but it was not difficult either, belonging to the category of routine surgeries.

As for the post-operative period, that would depend on fate.

Those with good fate would recover; those with bad fate would suffer the shock of surgery, leading directly to systemic metastasis.

Emmmm, thinking of this, Zhao Zhe dared not think any further and honestly wrote the Medical Record.

"Doctor Zhao, is Mo Jiaoshou hospitalized in the Thoracic Surgery Department?" Lin Jiuze whispered to Zhao Zhe.

The sound of his voice gave Zhao Zhe a start, but after a few days of contact, Zhao Zhe had already grown accustomed to this jumpy state.

"Mm."

"Take me to see him."

Lin Jiuze opened a drawer, took out a notebook, and grabbed a pen.

Zhao Zhe sighed; theoretically, he was the leader of the medical team, but... when Lin Jiuze spoke to him, he carried the pressure of a superior doctor; he was notifying him, not consulting with him.

(End of chapter)