Chapter 1251: Rural Absurd Past Events Chapter 1251: Still Treat It, I Don't Want to Die

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Protagonist:

Li Xiulan

Wang Zhanggen slowly opened his exhausted eyelids, his vision blurred; he felt breathing was terribly difficult — every exhale brought a sharp pain in his lungs, and every inhale brought another sharp pain in his lungs.

It felt as if even breathing was a form of torture.

That was because the tumor in his lung had ruptured; every breath tugged at the wound, so naturally it hurt.

However, the doctor had not told him, nor had the doctor told his family; he had only just woken up, and this was not yet the worst of it — later, when white blood cells began to accumulate in his lungs, not only would breathing be like torture, he would also have to actively cough to hack up the phlegm piled up in his lungs.

If the pain brought by breathing now is first-degree torture.

Then the pain brought by coughing up phlegm later will be tenth-degree torture.

Anyone who has had lung surgery knows that the most painful time is not the day you walk off the operating table, but the postoperative recovery period that follows.

Although Wang Zhanggen has not had surgery now, the wound caused by his lung tumor rupturing is almost no different from having surgery on the lung.

"Dad, Dad, can you hear me?"

A call came at Wang Zhanggen's ear.

In his mind he could recognize it — it was the voice of his eldest son, Wang Dashan.

Through blurry vision, four figures appeared before him; though he could not see clearly, he also knew they were his three sons and his old wife.

"I... how am I..."

Wang Zhanggen asked a sentence with difficulty.

Wang Dashan did not know what to say; he feared his clumsy words would frighten Wang Zhanggen, so he said to Wang Erhai and Wang Xiaohua:

"Second Brother, Third Brother, you two tell him."

Wang Erhai also did not know what to say for a moment; he felt he could not bring himself to open that mouth.

Wang Xiaohua just said calmly:

"Dad, the doctor said your cancer cells have metastasized to the lungs, a tumor grew in the lungs, and now the tumor has ruptured — your vomiting blood is because the tumor ruptured."

"No way, it spread to the lungs..."

Wang Zhanggen breathed with difficulty, his weathered face carrying dejection and unwillingness.

He murmured in a low voice:

"Not long ago the checkup showed nothing in the lungs, how did it grow there so fast..."

Silence; everyone was silent.

The atmosphere in the ward became incomparably heavy.

After a moment, Wang Zhanggen spoke again:

"Wasn't it said before that I was improving? Wu Banxian also said I could live until my grandson starts primary school — he shouldn't have lied to me, right..."

Wang Xiaohua said:

"Dad, conditions at the county hospital are limited now; you choose — do you want treatment, or no treatment? If treatment, we must go to a big hospital in Guangzhou; if no treatment, we'll go back to Shangou Village tomorrow."

Wang Zhanggen thought for a bit, then asked:

"If treated, can it be cured? Will it hurt a lot?"

"There's a tiny chance; estimated to be even more suffering than last time."

"Only a tiny chance... you make me not want to treat it..."

Wang Zhanggen thought: last time the chemotherapy and immunotherapy and such were already very torturous; if it's even more torturous than last time, wouldn't that pain him to death?

But then he thought: he still hasn't heard his precious grandson call him Grandpa; if he doesn't treat it, can he hold on until then?

He had little confidence in himself now; mainly his body was too weak — weakened to a certain degree, he himself could surely feel his end approaching.

However, after labored breathing for a while, he spoke again:

"Still treat it; I still don't want to die..."

Compared to the suffering brought by treatment, Wang Zhanggen feared death more.

He had just one thought: he still didn't want to die.

No matter what, he had to hold on until his precious grandson Wang Dujin called him Grandpa once.

Besides, if he died now, he would be scolded to death and angered to death by Liang Xinghua; if this matter reached the villagers' ears, those gossip-lovers would laugh him to death — he couldn't afford to lose that face!

And also, he had to go settle accounts with Liang Xinghua!

This white-eyed wolf, this traitor!

He would personally go ask him: the Wang family treated him well, so why did he repay kindness with enmity again and again!

So, he had many reasons he could not die!

A person who fears death naturally can have many reasons not to die.

But fearing death is human nature.

In this world, the vast majority of people fear death.

Only saints, and those who single-mindedly seek death, would not fear death.

"Dad, then we'll go handle your transfer procedures right now; at daybreak we'll take you to the big hospital in Guangzhou!"

Hearing Wang Zhanggen say he wanted treatment, Wang Dashan immediately showed a trace of excitement and hurriedly spoke this sentence.

Wang Erhai said:

"Dad, if you want treatment, then even if we have to bankrupt the family, we'll provide you with the best treatment."

Wang Xiaohua sighed helplessly, not saying anything.

However, he didn't blame Wang Zhanggen for anything.

In the face of death, who can still make rational and calm choices?

The patient himself, facing the fear of death, often lacks rationality.

Otherwise there wouldn't be so many people who, because of overtreatment, end up losing both their lives and their wealth.

"I'll go handle Dad's transfer procedures, you stay here and keep him company!"

Wang Dashan hurriedly stood up, took Wang Zhanggen's ID card and Rural Cooperative Medical Insurance Card from Li Xiulan, and then immediately went to handle the transfer procedures.

When leaving the ward, he even let out a breath of relief.

Because Father himself wanted treatment, that happened to align with his thinking, sparing the three brothers a lot of unnecessary disputes.

In a blink it was early morning the next day.

Medical staff sent Wang Zhanggen, bed and all, onto the ambulance, and then the ambulance transported Wang Zhanggen to the Sun Yat-sen University Cancer Prevention and Treatment Center, also called Sun Yat-sen University Affiliated Cancer Hospital.

This is the best hospital for treating tumors in all of Guangdong Province.

Sent here, admitted to Emergency, the doctors here, upon learning Wang Zhanggen's situation, suggested conducting another more thorough full-body examination for Wang Zhanggen, because the current metastasis situation of the cancer cells is unclear; if treating, they cannot just treat the liver and lungs, but must also treat other places invaded by cancer cells together.

Additionally, the full-body examination will simultaneously evaluate Wang Zhanggen's cardiopulmonary function and liver-kidney metabolic function; only after evaluating cardiopulmonary function and liver-kidney metabolic function well can a medication plan be formulated, otherwise when using medication, triggering heart failure or liver-kidney failure would be counterproductive.

Also, while waiting for the examination reports to come out, it's best to book a general specialist consultation; although this is relatively expensive, it can tailor the best treatment plan for the patient.

Wang Dashan hurriedly nodded in agreement, then followed the doctor's suggestion to book a general specialist consultation.

Wang Erhai said to Wang Dashan:

"Big Brother, let me contribute some money too, can't spend all of yours."

Wang Dashan said:

"Use mine first, when it's not enough, then use yours."

Wang Xiaohua had no objections to the general specialist consultation; he also felt that if treating, it's best to be more rigorous, and the treatment plan produced after a general specialist consultation would certainly be better than one from a single doctor.

He even felt that the first time they treated Wang Zhanggen before, they should have arranged a general specialist consultation.

It's just a pity that the doctor they booked at that time didn't mention this, and they didn't know such a thing existed.

This is perhaps what's called an information gap.