Chapter 1133: Rural Absurd Past Events Chapter 1133: Eat When You Should Eat, Drink When You Should Drink

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Protagonist:

Li Xiulan

The doctor glanced at Wang Dashan again, wanting to say something, but in the end said nothing at all, merely letting out a soft sigh.

As a liver disease specialist with deep experience, he had seen too many patients' family members who, just to ease their so-called conscience, would bankrupt themselves to treat the patient, and the final result was without exception losing both the person and the money.

Facing patients who were not well-off financially, he would persuade them if he could; only when they truly could not be persuaded would he help provide a treatment plan.

Now hearing Wang Dashan say he could produce a 5 million yuan treatment budget, he actually had a question mark in his heart — how many rural people could come up with 5 million? Basically none!

So the treatment plan he gave was to start with domestic chemotherapy drugs first, use the ones covered by medical insurance first, see if the cancer cells could be controlled; once they could no longer be controlled, once drug resistance developed, then switch to imported ones; if imported ones failed too, then try the latest experimental drugs.

After the doctor discussed the treatment plan with Wang Dashan and Wang Erhai, he then said:

"In a moment when your father comes back, I'll tell him his illness can still be treated, that as long as he actively cooperates with treatment and maintains an optimistic mindset, there's still a chance of recovery. What do you think of putting it that way?"

Wang Dashan nodded:

"Then I'll have to trouble you, Doctor."

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

And at this time, on the other side, Li Xiulan accompanied Wang Zhanggen downstairs to have blood drawn.

All the way, Wang Zhanggen was absent-minded.

"Could it be I really have no hope? I felt pretty good a few days ago, but now suddenly I'm uncomfortable everywhere, could it be that cancer bit me…"

Wang Zhanggen kept muttering nonsense nonstop.

Li Xiulan said:

"Don't think so much. Eat when it's time to eat, drink when it's time to drink. Scaring yourself will only make you die faster!"

Yet Wang Zhanggen still kept muttering nonsense:

"Is there something unclean latched onto me? I'm sure of it! I feel Liu Xiaoli is right behind me following me! I didn't see her off on her final journey, she definitely resents me! Should we invite Master Wu to do a ritual ceremony?"

Li Xiulan grew somewhat impatient:

"The matter of inviting Master Wu, we'll talk when we get back. Right now you focus on getting treated! Can you stop saying nonsense?"

But Wang Zhanggen still wouldn't stop talking:

"It's definitely Liu Xiaoli coming to drag me down, this woman has a strong vengeful streak! What does her death have to do with me, she brought it on herself, okay!"

Li Xiulan truly could bear it no longer:

"The way you are now, isn't that also your own doing! Can you shut your mouth for me! When you went to Dongguan to work, if you hadn't lived and eaten together with Liu Xiaoli behind my back, would you have caught Hepatitis B from her? Good thing I scald the bowls and chopsticks with boiling water every day when washing them, otherwise me and our three sons would all have been infected by you!"

Wang Zhanggen's body trembled, and he could not speak.

Right, everything was his own doing.

If in his youth he hadn't secretly gotten together with Liu Xiaoli behind Li Xiulan's back, perhaps he truly wouldn't have caught Hepatitis B, and without Hepatitis B it wouldn't have developed into liver cancer!

This perhaps is what's called karmic retribution.

Also, Li Xiulan now, after the initial shock at his cancer, didn't have much sorrowful reaction either — that too counts as part of the retribution.

As his wife who shared the same bed, to be this cold toward him truly chilled his heart.

He suddenly discovered, vast as the world was, behind him there wasn't a single person who could give him spiritual support!

Li Xiulan brought Wang Zhanggen to the first floor blood draw station, queued up and handed the form to the nurse. After Wang Zhanggen finished having blood drawn, she took him back to that specialist's consultation room.

Arriving at the consultation room, the doctor had already explained everything clearly to Wang Dashan and Wang Erhai, and had already agreed on what to say, what could be said, and what could not be said.

"Blood drawn?"

The doctor looked at Wang Zhanggen, saw his dejected expression, and knew he had taken a heavy psychological blow.

So he hurried to comfort him:

"Don't put too much pressure on yourself either. I just carefully reviewed your test results — it is indeed liver cancer, no mistake, but it hasn't reached the late stage yet; call it middle-to-late stage. Actually, as long as you actively cooperate with treatment, there's still a possibility of a cure."

The moment the doctor's words fell, Wang Zhanggen was like a drowning man clutching a straw rope — his eyes trembled violently, then he immediately stared eagerly at the doctor and asked:

"Doctor, is what you said true? Are you sure you're not deceiving me?"

The doctor smiled:

"Why would I deceive you? I'm an old doctor who's cultivated the liver disease field for over forty years. Not to exaggerate — if I say there's no hope, then there's truly no hope; and if I say there's a treatment opportunity, then there definitely is still an opportunity. But the premise is, you must maintain a good mindset, actively cooperate with treatment. This liver disease, mood has a huge impact. Our Chinese medicine also says, the liver governs stagnated qi; anger or persistently low mood are both bad for the liver!"

The doctor's reasoned and evidence-backed words gave Wang Zhanggen a glimmer of hope again, and he hurriedly nodded:

"Doctor, rest assured. I will definitely actively cooperate with treatment. However you tell me to do it, I'll do it. I must survive. I have to at least hold on until my grandson can call me Grandpa!"

The doctor nodded:

"Good that you have this conviction. Then I'll first write you an admission slip. We'll hospitalize you first, then do a thorough examination, and based on the results, issue a specific treatment plan."

Wang Dashan was somewhat puzzled:

"Doctor, didn't you just say the treatment plan was set? Why now do another examination?"

The doctor patiently explained:

"That was only the general approach. Even with chemotherapy, there are many kinds of chemo drugs, different chemo regimens. Exactly how much medication, how many chemo cycles — that has to be determined in combination with the patient's physical condition. So this hospitalization and physical exam is mandatory. Do you understand what I mean?"

Wang Dashan only then suddenly realized.

He'd heard many hospitals don't recognize other hospitals' test results, and thought this place was the same.

Actually the doctor didn't mean that at all. Generally, as long as it's a Third-class Hospital's test results, they'll accept them. It's just some illnesses need a double-check — they might have you do another test. After all, they're also afraid of misdiagnosis, and misdiagnosis means responsibility. If a medical accident happened, they might even lose their jobs.

The doctor finished the slip and handed it to Wang Dashan:

"Take this slip, go to the Inpatient Department and pay the fee. The patient still has a physical exam tomorrow, so tonight's diet should be as light as possible. Also, after ten o'clock don't eat anything and don't drink water either."

That afternoon, Wang Dashan and Wang Erhai completed Wang Zhanggen's admission procedures and prepaid 50,000 yuan in fees.

However, because the Inpatient Department's Liver Disease Department currently has no available beds, they have to wait until a bed opens up tomorrow before they can be admitted.

So they first went back to Wang Dashan's place to stay for one night.

The next morning, they just need to bring Wang Zhanggen over for an inspection.