"After the Tomb Under the Sea, I listened to Uncle Ming and went to the hospital for a check-up... My lungs have shown signs of fibrosis. Is it my life if I continue to smoke?"
Wu Xie's face darkened, he took back the smoking cessation stick and said angrily.
"Pulmonary fibrosis?"
Fatty and Panzi were stunned.
This disease is irreversible, and currently there is no treatment. The only way is to rely on drugs and gene therapy to inhibit the speed of fibrosis.
In other words, this is a terminal illness!
For a moment, the two of them ignored their current situation and looked at Wu Xie with worried eyes.
"It's not a big deal. The doctor said that fortunately it was discovered early. As long as you pay more attention to it and maintain various therapies, it won't be a problem to live forty or fifty years."
"I'm not an old monster like Uncle Ming and Brother. After forty or fifty years, I'll be sixty or seventy years old, and I've almost reached the average life expectancy. It's not a big problem..."
"Speaking of which, I really have to thank Uncle Ming. Without him, I really don't know when I would have discovered my physical condition."
Looking around, but still unable to see Hu Ming, Wu Xie sighed resignedly.
He knew that the three of them had no one to rely on now, and they had to rely on themselves if they wanted to get out of here.
Thinking of this, Wu Xie subconsciously bit the smoking stick.
Chapter completed!