Chapter 1253

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Protagonist:

Li Xiulan

On the other side, Wang Erhai also called Zhang Yueran, informing her of the situation here.

Zhang Yueran's reaction was actually about the same as Du Xiaojuan's:

"You three brothers make the decision on this matter; no matter what, I will support you."

But Wang Erhai's reaction was worlds apart from Wang Dashan's; Wang Erhai only replied calmly:

"Okay."

Then he sighed with emotion:

"Don't know when I'll be able to go back and see you."

Zhang Yueran said:

"Wait until the weekend; if you still haven't come back by then, I'll drive to Guangzhou to find you."

Wang Erhai's temper can sometimes be quite bad too, so why is there such a huge difference between his reaction and Wang Dashan's? The problem actually lies in the marital relationship.

Wang Dashan and Du Xiaojuan had already begun to show faint cracks after their child was born, and now this crack has grown larger and larger. Wang Xiaohua tried to help them patch things up, but it was obviously useless; instead, it caused Wang Dashan to harbor some resentment toward him.

Another factor is that Wang Erhai has experienced several failed relationships — Zhang Xiaoyun, Liu Mei Qi, Yao Xueqin — each failed relationship brought him growth, making him more flexible and resilient in handling emotional issues.

Wang Dashan, on the other hand, did not have this experience; he only dated Du Xiaojuan.

Dating once and then marrying — this is a result that countless outsiders envy.

But there are pros and cons.

Entering the marriage hall with too few emotional setbacks means that when contradictions truly erupt later, they often won't know how to handle them, even engaging in absurd behaviors controlled by emotions, to the point of cursing and slandering each other.

The contradictions Wang Dashan and Du Xiaojuan are experiencing now, Wang Erhai has also experienced — only in his previous marriage, when he and Liu Mei Qi quarreled even more fiercely, and naturally, without surprise, it ended in divorce.

Wang Xiaohua saw this point, which is why he went to say a couple of sentences to Wang Dashan, but just those two sentences made Wang Dashan display an extremely impatient attitude, letting Wang Xiaohua know he could not continue speaking.

Wang Xiaohua felt a strong sense of powerlessness in his heart; clearly knowing there could be a better outcome, yet unable to salvage anything — just like back then when he clearly knew his father should choose conservative treatment as the optimal solution, but was also powerless to change anything.

If his heart were as cold and hard as steel, perhaps that sense of powerlessness would not surge up; unfortunately, his heart is not only not cold and hard, but even more sensitive than ordinary people.

To the point that this powerlessness left him emotionally low for a long time, with an indescribable feeling.

To put it bluntly, he is already depressed.

After Wang Zhanggen was admitted to Sun Yat-sen University Affiliated Tumor Hospital, he had to rely on a ventilator to sustain his life every day.

Even so, his body still deteriorated day by day.

After barely enduring three days, the time for the multidisciplinary expert consultation arrived.

This morning, the nurse called Wang Dashan, Wang Erhai, and Wang Xiaohua to an office to wait.

As for Wang Zhanggen, Li Xiulan was at his side looking after him.

Specialist doctors from various departments arrived one after another.

Nearly ten experts came in total, each with a registration fee starting at two or three hundred yuan.

There were thoracic surgeons, pulmonologists, neurologists, liver disease specialists, nephrologists, gastroenterologists, and so on.

Moreover, each expert brought several standardized training residents, so the office was instantly packed with a dark mass of people.

The head nurse came over and briefly introduced these nearly ten expert doctors to the three Wang brothers, and then the consultation began.

It was called a consultation, but in reality it was just the experts gathering together to discuss the optimal plan.

Each expert described the situation they saw, then combined them to see what treatment plans could be used, what drugs could be used.

The discussion yielded only one result in the end: there was no longer any chance for treatment; the optimal solution was to do palliative care well, letting the patient depart with dignity.

"No way, I spent money to invite you here, and you give me this kind of plan?"

Wang Dashan had a big temper; hearing so many expert doctors give a result no different from farting made him very angry.

"Mr. Wang, we understand your feelings, but please be rational. Our consultation upholds a scientific and rigorous attitude to give you a plan. If there were a surgical opportunity, we would definitely operate on your father — after all, that would generate revenue for our hospital, so why wouldn't we?"

One old doctor spoke, neither humble nor arrogant.

He also said:

"If our hearts were a little darker, telling a bunch of lies you'd love to hear, making your father undergo a pile of surgeries before his death, I'm afraid you'd find that result even more unacceptable."

One must say, there are still good doctors in this world who seek truth from facts.

Another important reason is that these experts before us don't lack money, don't lack patients, and have professional ethics; naturally they wouldn't mess around performing surgeries on patients just to earn more surgical and drug fees.

The liver disease specialist spoke up at this time:

"Your father's liver metabolic function is already very poor; if medication is used, the liver won't tolerate it and it could backfire. You must know anticancer drugs have very large side effects."

The thoracic surgery specialist also spoke at this time:

"The CT shows too many lung nodules; if surgery is done, an entire lung lobe would need to be removed, and artificial lung technology is still immature, let alone lung transplant — not to mention whether the rejection reaction can be withstood, the exorbitant cost is not something an ordinary family can afford."

"I can afford it, I have money!" Wang Dashan said.

"This isn't a matter of money or not, okay? Your father's cancer cells have already metastasized throughout the body; it's not a single lung problem — the liver, kidneys, are also failing."

The neurology specialist spoke at this time:

"The CT shows tumors in the brain as well, and they're not small. There's really no need to waste money, nor to occupy excessive medical resources. Whether surgical treatment or drug treatment, the cost-performance ratio is not high."

"Then what else can be done?" Wang Dashan asked with red eyes.

"Do palliative care well; if the pain is truly unbearable, administer some painkillers."

The consultation ended; the experts came hurriedly and left hurriedly, and in the blink of an eye the entire office was left with only the three Wang brothers.

Wang Dashan was still in grief with red eyes.

Wang Erhai smoked a cigarette dejectedly.

Wang Xiaohua remained expressionless, not saying a word.

Wang Dashan couldn't help but complain at this moment:

"During the expert consultation just now, why didn't you all say a few more sentences?"

Wang Erhai was stunned, then let out a dry laugh:

"I don't really understand; those experts spoke very professionally, I felt we should listen to them. They said to treat it, yet we instead had to be vigilant against them deceiving us out of money; they said there's no more treatment, then it's probably really untreatable."

Wang Dashan looked at Wang Xiaohua at this moment:

"Third Brother, weren't you always very talkative before? How come you're not speaking now!"