Chapter 1132

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Protagonist:

Li Xiulan

"Dad, don't lose heart. This afternoon, we're going to Zhongshan Third Hospital. I've registered with another expert there who has cases of curing late-stage liver cancer patients. With him, you'll definitely find a way to be cured!"

In reality, that expert hadn't cured any late-stage liver cancer patients at all. Once it reaches late stage, there isn't any doctor in this world who can cure it. However, in medicine, as long as the survival period exceeds five years, that also counts as a kind of cure.

That expert doctor indeed had skill. Several late-stage patients, after treatment under him, had all barely managed to survive past the five-year survival mark.

"Really? Don't lie to me..."

Wang Zhanggen's tone of voice was weak and listless.

Think back to yesterday, before he knew he had cancer — his spirit was nothing like this. One can only say, the fear in one's heart can truly dominate a person's vitality, even their life and death.

"I have no need to lie to you. You must summon your courage, bravely face the disease demon, and we will definitely achieve final victory!"

Wang Dashan encouraged and cheered on Wang Zhanggen.

In his heart, he truly believed this: as long as one faces things positively, there is no difficulty that cannot be overcome!

Just like when he was a soldier — during arduous missions, as long as he gritted his teeth and held on, persisting with an iron will, he would definitely achieve final victory!

However, life is not military life.

And not everyone in this world possesses an iron will.

So-called positive facing, brave resistance against the disease demon — easy to say, but when it comes to actually practicing it, how easy is it?

Everyone in this world understands grand principles, yet knowing is easy, doing is hard. The gap between people is actually nothing more than that tiny difference in self-will.

And for someone like Wang Zhanggen, a man who has spent his whole life living in failure — you want him to possess an iron will. Is that possible?

If he truly had an iron will, he would have long since found his own foothold in the city during that era when opportunities were everywhere. How could he have returned to the rural area in disgrace, living out the second half of his life in useless mediocrity?

So, it's very obvious that the advice Wang Xiaohua gave was the most correct.

This old man should never have been told he had cancer. Who knows, he might have lived happily until the day he heard his precious grandson call him Grandpa.

But now, he knew he had cancer, knew he was beyond saving — and in just a single day's time, he had been scared half to death!

One can imagine — going forward, even if he really goes for treatment, under the blows of all those side effects, can he really hold on?

I'm afraid...

It's very difficult!

After finishing the noon meal, Wang Dashan arranged for Wang Zhanggen and Li Xiulan to go rest in the second-floor room for a while, then he had Wang Erhai come to his room to discuss matters.

"Second Brother, I really didn't expect Dad's reaction to be this big. He hasn't even started treatment yet, and he's already scared half to death. What do we do?"

Wang Dashan gave a bitter smile.

At this moment, he also somewhat regretted telling his father about the condition.

Wang Erhai also gave a bitter smile:

"The words have been spoken. What else can we do?"

【33】 Du Xiaojuan at the side sighed:

Du Xiaojuan, standing to the side, let out a sigh:

"I told you early on not to treat it. Hide it from him and take him to do what he wants to do. You didn't believe me, and said I was cold-blooded."

Wang Erhai looked at Wang Dashan at this moment:

"It was Big Brother who insisted on treating him. If Big Brother hadn't insisted, maybe we wouldn't have had to tell him the condition."

Wang Dashan felt guilt in his heart, but quickly adjusted his emotions:

"It should be fine. Dad just couldn't accept the condition for a moment. He needs time to adapt. Once he accepts the fact that he has cancer, and then we get him to actively cooperate with treatment, he'll definitely live longer than doing nothing at all! We have to believe in modern medicine!"

Du Xiaojuan didn't say anything more.

Because she knew, Wang Dashan's words were more like comforting himself, just to make his own sense of self-blame not so strong, nothing more.

He was originally someone afraid of death. To make him accept the fact of his impending death all at once — easy to say, but doing it is probably harder than ascending to heaven!

Wang Erhai spoke at this moment:

"When we take him to see the doctor at Zhongshan Third Hospital this afternoon, we must have the doctor tell him his illness can still be treated. We absolutely cannot let the doctor say to his face that he can't be treated anymore. Otherwise, it really will scare him to death!"

Wang Dashan said:

"Okay, okay. This time we'll give the doctor a heads-up in advance. Yesterday I actually didn't want the doctor to say those things to his face either, but he insisted the doctor tell the truth. The doctor spoke, and he couldn't accept it — even got scared into wetting himself on the spot. Don't mention how embarrassing it was."

In the blink of an eye, afternoon arrived.

Wang Dashan drove the car, carrying Wang Zhanggen, Li Xiulan, and Wang Erhai, all heading to Zhongshan Third Hospital together.

Zhongshan Third Hospital is right in the central area of Tianhe District. From Wang Dashan's home to there, it's only about ten minutes.

However, parking here is very difficult. Finding a parking spot took Wang Dashan twenty-some minutes.

After parking the car, they brought Wang Zhanggen to the Liver Disease Department's nurse station to check in. After checking in, next came queuing and waiting.

There are many patients here, even livelier than a supermarket.

But unlike the leisurely ease of shopping at a supermarket, on the contrary, every single person's complexion was very heavy.

They queued for nearly an hour before it was finally Wang Zhanggen's turn.

Wang Dashan, Wang Erhai, Wang Zhanggen, and Li Xiulan — the four of them went in together.

"Which one is the patient? Patient, sit down."

This expert doctor was an old doctor nearing sixty, who had cultivated the liver disease field for a lifetime. He was an extremely authoritative figure. The registration fee alone was one thousand yuan, yet his appointments were still impossible to get. His slots were basically snatched up every time they were released. Wang Dashan had only managed to snag this appointment for his father with great difficulty.

"What's the patient's condition?"

The doctor asked patiently.

Wang Dashan hurriedly took out the previous examination reports from the Provincial TCM Hospital and the Zhongshan Tumor Prevention Center, and handed them to the doctor to read:

"My dad's liver has a problem, Doctor, please see if there's any way to treat it."

The doctor took the examination report and looked it over carefully.

He didn't immediately explain the situation, but instead said:

"How about we first order a liver function panel, draw blood for a check."

Wang Dashan hurriedly said:

"We already did a liver function panel at the Provincial TCM Hospital before."

The doctor's brows furrowed slightly, he glanced at Wang Dashan, his gaze somewhat strange.

"No matter, do it again, anyway this doesn't cost much money."

Speaking, he wrote out a slip, then handed it over:

"Have someone accompany the patient downstairs to draw blood, the rest of you stay."

Li Xiulan hurriedly said:

"I'll go, I'll go!"

Li Xiulan took Wang Zhanggen and hurriedly left.

Only then did the doctor say to Wang Dashan and Wang Erhai:

"You two are both the patient's sons, right? Speaking frankly, it's already metastasized, so there's not much possibility of treatment left. I just had her go draw blood to get her out of the way, so I could discuss with you two whether to tell the patient the truth. If yes, when she comes back I'll tell him directly; if no, when she comes back I'll tell him there's no big problem, prescribe some Chinese medicine to go back and regulate with."

Wang Dashan shuddered:

"Is it really true there's not even a shred of chance left?"

The doctor then said:

"Can't put it too absolutely either, there might still be a sliver of chance, but to spend too much money for that sliver of chance is clearly not worth it. Looking at your parents' dress, they should be rural people, right?"

Wang Dashan hurriedly said:

"They are rural people, that's correct, but I have money, Doctor, as long as there's a sliver of chance, we'll try it, money is not a problem!"

The doctor looked at Wang Dashan:

"Presuming to ask, roughly how much money can you come up with to treat your father?"

Wang Dashan then said:

"Five million, is five million enough!"

The doctor immediately sized Wang Dashan up and down, it was very obvious he didn't quite believe Wang Dashan could produce five million, because from Wang Dashan's words and conduct, he just wasn't the type of person with the ability to earn five million.

But he still said:

"If you can truly come up with this much money, then I can formulate some plans for you, use the most advanced imported medicine, there might just be a sliver of a miracle, but I must also tell you in advance, the fiercer the drug efficacy, the greater the side effects. If your father can pull through, it might just control the cancer cells; if he can't pull through, he might go even faster. Can you accept that?"

Wang Erhai hesitated:

"This... go faster, how much faster?"

The doctor said: "Hard to say, one month, two months, three months are all possible. With conservative treatment, at least he could still hold on for a year or half, so actually I suggest you still don't toss about. I understand your filial piety, but it would be bad if in the end both person and wealth are lost."

However, Wang Dashan instead said:

"Treat, must treat, even if there's only a sliver of chance, we must fight for it! I don't want to live in regret because of saving money!"