Chapter 3387

Soon, other test results were sent to the ward one after another.

Strangely, the feedback for all toxin, heavy metal, and radioactive substance tests came back with the same result: not detected.

At this point, a normal person would surely be beaming with joy.

But Hank's expression at this moment had lost that initial ease.

The private doctor, somewhat puzzled, respectfully asked him: "Mr., with so many consecutive normal results, why is your expression becoming increasingly solemn instead?"

Hank was gloomy and dissatisfied.

He could not say he was hoping for an abnormal result to link his inexplicable impotence to something.

He could only say: "I once heard Chinese people say a theory, their meaning seemed to be that people whose bodies always have minor ailments tend to live longer;, while those whose bodies have always been free of ailments are instead prone to suddenly contract some serious illness and die quickly, do you think their theory makes sense?"

"This..."

The private doctor hesitated for a moment, then smiled and said: "I don't think it's necessarily reasonable; it's more a case of survivor bias, and I think people with many minor ailments don't live longer because of those ailments, but because having many minor ailments means they interact with hospitals and doctors more often than average people. That way, if they develop a serious bodily change, it's often detected early;"

Saying that, he added: "As for those whose bodies have always been very good, with no ailments at all, over time they will surely become numb and careless, thinking they will never have problems under any circumstances. If at this point cancer cells have already begun to grow inside their body, they will only show symptoms when the disease is beyond cure, and by then seeing a doctor is often too late."

"Hmm!" Hank nodded in agreement, raising a thumb and saying: "I think what you say makes sense! People, after all, should still believe in science!"

After saying that, he suddenly questioned himself inwardly: "No way, believing in damn science! I'm impotent, and science can't even detect it—this clearly isn't within science's jurisdiction."

So he again overturned the private doctor's words in his mind, muttering: "Ah, no matter what, I still hope to find something wrong."

The private doctor was astonished, thinking to himself: What's wrong with this guy? He's always cherished his life! Well, whenever there's even a slight abnormality, he's more nervous than anyone, and insists on the best treatment.

How come today he's hoping he has a problem?

He couldn't figure it out.

At this moment, his phone suddenly received a message from the attending doctor, urging him to hurry to the office.

So the private doctor quickly stood up and said: "Mr., the doctor is looking for me for something, I'll go first, I'll be right back."

Hank nodded, and the private doctor strode toward the office.

After the private doctor left, Hank said in the group: "Brothers, all my tests so far are still completely normal. To me, this is both good news and bad news. The good news is, my pancreas should be fine, no need to worry, I won't get the king of cancers. The bad news is, if in the end nothing abnormal is found, our impotence problem might not be explainable by medicine."

Everyone immediately felt somewhat dispirited.

At this time, the private doctor had already arrived at the attending doctor's office.

He pushed open the door and hurriedly asked: "Doctor Johnson, why did you urgently call me over?"

Doctor Johnson nodded, his expression very stern, and said: "George, compared to three months ago, Hank Mr.'s test results show a bad abnormality in one indicator."

"Great!" The private doctor blurted: "You don't know Hank Mr. has been waiting for an abnormal result all night!"

Doctor Johnson stared in disbelief: "Waiting for an abnormality, waiting all night—what does that mean? Could Hank Mr. be hoping his body shows an abnormality?"

The private doctor laughed and said: "You really hit the nail on the head—Hank Mr. now just wants his body to show even a little abnormality, since having nothing abnormal at all has actually made him quite anxious."

"goddamn……" Doctor Johnson pushed up his glasses, embarrassed, and said: "But Hank Doctor wouldn't be hoping for his ca199 indicator to be abnormal, would he?"

The private doctor, who had just been smiling, instantly went blank.

After a moment he came to his senses and blurted: "What are you saying about ca199 indicator abnormality? Are you joking with me?"

As Hank's private doctor, he knows all important bodily indicators like the back of his hand; ca199 is a carbohydrate antigen, also commonly known as a tumor marker. Tumor markers come in many types, and different tumor markers often correspond to tumor problems in different body parts.

In most cases, if a person has no cancer cells in their body, all tumor markers are definitely within normal ranges.

Once a tumor marker shows abnormality, there is a high probability the patient has cancer.

Of course, tumor marker abnormality does not guarantee cancer, but the probability is still very high.

Especially this ca199, it is related to pancreatic cancer, gastric cancer, and other digestive system cancers, and is extremely sensitive.

Once this indicator shows abnormality, there is a high probability it indicates digestive system cancer.

So he quickly asked: "What is Hank Mr.'s ca199 index this time?"

Doctor Johnson hesitated a moment, then said: "628……"

"I damn well—what the hell are you saying?!"

The private doctor only felt his head spin; the upper limit of normal ca199 is 37, exceeding this value indicates a problem, and the higher the excess, the greater the probability of problems.

Hank's ca199 index jumped straight to 628; in his experience, this basically means pancreatic cancer is a certainty.

So he quickly asked: "Hank Mr., what was your ca199 index three months ago?"

Doctor Johnson said: "Three months ago it was 12……"

The private doctor wiped cold sweat: "Just three months passed, and it surged dozens of times—this is too fast, isn't it……"

Doctor Johnson nodded: "Indeed fast, but for pancreatic cancer it's not really exaggerated—some patients progress extremely rapidly, already gone in a few months. From this perspective, Hank Mr. isn't among the fastest-developing group, at most mid-to-high."

"I fuck……" The private doctor anxiously asked: "Shouldn't we rush to do a full-body scan to confirm the size of the lesion and whether it has spread?"

"Certainly." Doctor Johnson said: "You see, should you tell Hank Mr., or should I tell him, make it clear, get his consent, then we'll immediately arrange for nurses to inject the contrast agent, and right after we can arrange the full-body scan."

"I'll say it……" The private doctor muttered: "You go, I'm afraid he can't take this blow."

After saying that, the private doctor hurried back to Hank's ward.

At this moment, Hank was lying in the group, joking with those brothers.

Seeing the private doctor return, he smiled and asked: "How's the situation? "

The private doctor didn't know how to tell him for a moment, so he awkwardly coughed once: "Hank Mr. …… that…… one of your indicators has a problem……"

"Oh?" Hank instantly lit up, jumped up from the bed, smiling and asked: "Which indicator has a problem? Hurry up and say it to make me happy happy!"