Chapter 3394: Could It Really Be Cured?

"Mr. Ye, what did you say?"

Hank was completely bewildered, and without thinking, he looked at Ye Chen and asked, "You mean my illness has already been cured?!"

Ye Chen nodded and said, "Yes, it's already cured. You can go back now."

Hank said in a daze, "When did you treat me? Why do I feel nothing at all?"

Ye Chen smiled and said, "Did you have any special feeling before the impotence?"

"No," Hank shook his head. He only noticed the impotence when he took the medicine at night.

When he looked back and tried to figure out the whole thing, he still couldn't understand at what stage Ye Chen had acted on him.

It seemed Ye Chen must have the ability to cause impotence invisibly.

Upon this thought, he immediately realized Ye Chen might have also cured his pancreatic cancer invisibly.

So he excitedly said, "Thank you, Mr. Ye! Thank you, Mr. Ye! When I return to the U. S. tonight, I'll have them check me right away!"

Steve frowned and asked, "What? You don't trust Mr. Ye?"

"No, no," Hank quickly said. "I mean, those people kept telling me my condition couldn't be cured, with a five-year survival rate of less than 10%. So I want them to know they're just frogs in a well—this disease can be completely cured in miraculous China!"

Ye Chen said lightly, "Still need to check, otherwise I can't be completely at ease."

As he spoke, he asked Hank, "Are you leaving now or later?"

Hank hurriedly said, "Later, later. I'll have the plane take off at dawn, so I can stay and have a good meal with Mr. Ye."

Ye Chen smiled and nodded, saying, "Then let Master Hong Wu hurry up and serve the food. After you finish eating, hurry back—don't keep worrying."

Hank gave a hehe laugh and didn't bother to explain or defend himself further.

He knew Ye Chen saw people and things very clearly, so if he kept explaining now, it would seem unnecessary.

……

After the meal, Hank once again set off for the airport.

The flight crew was already on standby; once he boarded, the plane took off overnight, heading for the U. S.

His private doctor also received Hank's notice, and Hank asked him to contact the hospital to arrange a second checkup.

The doctor asked doubtfully, "Mr. Hank, it hasn't even been 48 hours since your last checkup—why do you need another one so soon?"

Hank said, "I've already received treatment in China. Now I need to go back and check whether the treatment actually worked."

After saying that, Hank urged him: "Hurry up and arrange all the checkups for me. My plane is taking off soon—I need to rest. I won't talk to you anymore."

The private doctor didn't understand: Hank had only been in China for a few hours and was already rushing back. What kind of treatment could he have received in such a short time?

Pancreatic cancer treatment is an extremely difficult and complex medical problem—it's not something that can be perfectly solved by just seeing a doctor, taking medicine, or undergoing one surgery.

Moreover, a few hours isn't even enough for preoperative preparation, let alone the surgery itself.

After thinking it over, he inferred that Hank must have gone to China to seek traditional Chinese medicine treatment.

He had also encountered many overseas Chinese with cancer. When Western medicine could no longer cure them, they often chose to return to China for TCM treatment.

But in his view, such TCM treatment for terminal illnesses is actually just a form of palliative care at the end of life.

Doctors no longer truly aim to cure patients; they just try to make the patient's final time as peaceful as possible.

So he speculated that after Hank returned, he would still need to accept surgical treatment here.

He had already prepared profiles of several top U. S. doctors and teams specializing in pancreatic cancer, waiting for Hank to land so they could discuss and choose which team would treat him.

At dawn.

Hank's plane landed at New York Airport.

This time, he didn't choose to go to the hospital by car but had arranged in advance for a medical helicopter to wait at the airport.

The doctors at the hospital, just like last time, had already made all preparations.

Dr. Johnson, still the hospital-designated person in charge, said upon seeing Hank: "Mr. Hank, I think we don't need to do another checkup now. The best approach is to quickly assess your condition and then formulate a treatment plan for immediate execution!"

Hank shook his head: "Draw my blood right now and check my CA199. Let me first see what my CA199 value is, then we'll decide what to do next."

Dr. Johnson asked him: "Do the other tests still need to be repeated?"

Hank thought for a moment and asked: "How long does it take to get the CA199 results?"

Dr. Johnson replied: "About six or seven hours."

Hank then asked: "Is the CT faster?"

Dr. Johnson nodded and said: "Our last full-body scan already found your lesion, so if we want to recheck the CT, the simplest way is to do a localized CT on your pancreas. That would be very quick—just inject the contrast agent, scan, and then our specialists will immediately evaluate the images. We should see results in about tens of minutes."

Hank immediately said: "Hurry up and arrange the blood draw, then inject the contrast agent, then go straight for the CT—no delays."

Dr. Johnson could only nod and agree: "Mr. Hank, please wait a moment—I'll arrange this right away!"

Since this checkup involved fewer procedures, the hospital immediately arranged for a nurse to come draw blood and inject the contrast agent.

Twenty minutes later, Hank had already been pushed into the CT room.

All the relevant hospital experts, including Dr. Johnson, were now gathered in the CT operation room.

Everyone waited for the machine to produce the image data so they could see the actual situation right away.

The examination table moved Hank into the machine, and the technician operating the equipment focused the scan on the area around his pancreas.

Immediately after, the machine began to spin rapidly, and the 3D CT images quickly appeared on the computer.

As the doctors watched the dynamic images, their expressions shifted from initial indifference to astonishment.

Someone exclaimed: "This…… this is impossible…… How can there be no sign of lesion at all? Could it really be cured?"

Dr. Johnson was also stunned, because the previous plain scan had clearly shown Hank's pancreas already had a space-occupying lesion.

But now the enhanced CT showed no suspicious signs whatsoever.

One doctor asked Dr. Johnson: "I heard Mr. Hank made an emergency trip to China—could it be that he was cured there?"

Dr. Johnson frowned and said: "Even if China could cure it, there's no such treatment! Normally, if someone like him wanted treatment, they'd have to remove the entire pancreas. How could there be a treatment that preserves the pancreas?"

After saying that, he urgently urged the technician: "Quick, pull up Mr. Hank's previous plain scan data and compare them!"