Chapter 3388

The personal doctor was extremely embarrassed, he really couldn't figure out what medicine Hank had taken wrong, why he kept hoping his own body would have problems.

Thinking about what he had just said regarding the Chinese perspective, he suddenly felt a bit ashamed and said: "Mr. Hank, I want to apologize to you. What you just said about the Chinese perspective, I criticized it somewhat arbitrarily earlier. Now I feel what they said might actually make some sense. Perhaps there are some scientifically unexplainable phenomena here, maybe it's that kind of metaphysics they mentioned."

Hank nodded, agreeing: "The world is inherently diverse; each of us can only see a part of it. For the part we cannot see, we are actually quite ignorant."

Speaking, he waved his hand: "Let's not talk about this anymore, let's get back to business. What did you find wrong with me?"

The personal doctor hurriedly said: "Your CA199 marker is somewhat elevated."

Hank looked expectant and asked: "What is this CA199 related to? By the way, is it related to sexual ability? Recently, that aspect seems not very effective—could it be related to this abnormal marker?"

"Sexual ability?" The personal doctor was bewildered, explaining: "Mr. Hank, this marker has nothing to do with sexual ability. It is related to digestive system cancers, and the connection is very close!"

"Holy shit!" Hank was stunned, blurting out: "What do you mean? You mean my digestive system cancer marker is abnormal?"

"Yes." The personal doctor gathered courage and said: "Not only is it abnormal, but it's extremely abnormal."

Hank trembled nervously all over, anxiously asking: "What exactly does it mean? Tell me clearly!"

The personal doctor explained: "It means we now infer you have an extremely high probability of suffering from digestive system cancer, and the probability of pancreatic cancer is even higher, because your marker has increased by dozens of times in just three months, soaring from 12 all the way to 628..."

Speaking, the personal doctor looked puzzled and asked: "Mr. Hank, who exactly told you that you might have pancreatic cancer? This person is too impressive—how did they judge it?"

"Damn it!" Hank's face turned deathly pale from fright, and he pressed: "What do you mean? Do I really have pancreatic cancer?"

The personal doctor said: "We cannot yet be 100% certain. I just communicated with the attending doctor, and his meaning is to quickly give you a full-body scan to see if there are any clear cancer lesions in your body. If there are, we also need to check whether there is infiltration and spread into lymph nodes and surrounding tissues. If you have no objection, we will now have the nurse inject the contrast agent and start further examination immediately."

Hank blurted out in panic: "Damn it, I was hoping to find a small problem, but ended up with a big one! Why the hell are you asking all this nonsense? Hurry up and arrange the examination, quick quick quick!"

The personal doctor hurriedly said: "Okay, Mr. Hank, please wait a moment—I'll go coordinate this right away. Also, you don't need to be too nervous; we have the best cancer specialists here. If today's evaluation shows you can undergo surgery, we can perform it immediately!"

Hank cursed: "Cut the crap, go arrange it!"

The personal doctor ran off in a fluster, for to him, Hank's physical health concerned his future income.

If Hank remained healthy, he could continue receiving Hank's salary, and each time he gave Hank a checkup, he could still get hospital dividends.

If Hank developed a serious health issue, this private doctor of a health-consultant nature would be laid off, and Hank would directly enter a specialized hospital for inpatient treatment, at which point various specialists would come for consultations, and there would be nothing left for him to do.

Hank's mindset had been fine just moments ago, but now it had rapidly collapsed. He picked up his phone, stuttering in the group: "Bro……brothers, the situation seems to have gone wrong..."

Anglu immediately teased him: "Oh, congratulations, Hank! You waited all night for an abnormality, and finally it came—what exactly is the abnormality?"

Hank had no mood to ponder what Anglu meant by that. Seeing him say that, he instantly shouted angrily: "Anglu, you son of a bitch! Are you cursing me to die early?"

Anglu felt wronged: "Hank, weren't you always saying in the group that you hoped to find some abnormality? Why are you suddenly cursing me?"

Hank roared, furious and defeated: "I was expecting an abnormality, but only a small one—I wasn't expecting to get pancreatic cancer, damn it! Now my CA199 has skyrocketed dozens of times, and the doctor says I'm highly likely to actually have pancreatic cancer!"

His outburst immediately caused a huge uproar in the group!

That whole night, everyone in the group was discussing it, and they were still mocking Ye Chen.

Everyone thought Ye Chen had been pretending to be mysterious before—how could someone as healthy as Hank possibly really get pancreatic cancer?

Even if Hank really did get pancreatic cancer, how could he have possibly seen it coming? There's absolutely no basis for it!

But now, hearing what Hank said, everyone's understanding of the entire matter instantly underwent a 180-degree reversal.

Anglu said anxiously: "This just means Ye Chen's words are all correct……So does that also prove that in this world, besides him, really no one can cure our impotence?"

Another person also said: "Ah……looking at it this way, we still can't escape the palm of the Ye surname……This impotence can only hope for him……"

Hank cursed: "Fuck your impotence, damn it! What time is it now, and you're still worrying about impotence? I damn well don't even know how many more days I can live!"

Anglu immediately reminded: "Hank, if you really get diagnosed with pancreatic cancer, then hurry back and find Ye Chen—he didn't say he had a way to help you get cured, did he?"

Hank suddenly came to his senses: "Right……you're right! Since Ye Chen got it right, if he says he can cure it, he definitely isn't lying! After I do the full-body scan and confirm there's no doubt, I'll go find him right away!"

Anglu sighed: "I suddenly feel like we'll never escape the palm of the Ye surname for our whole lives……"

Someone said: "But I actually feel quite safe about it? This person can see at a glance the major illness that doctors previously couldn't detect. If he hadn't reminded us, Hank might have delayed treatment and died instantly. If we can build a good relationship with him in the future and honestly be his dog, when we really get sick, he should help us out, right?"

Anglu said: "What you say makes sense, but whether it can become reality still depends on whether Hank goes to find him and whether he can actually cure Hank's pancreatic cancer. If he really can cure Hank, then there's nothing more to say—I'll be a dog of the Ye surname for my whole life!"