Ning Xiaobei thought for a while and said slowly: "Can you use minimally invasive surgery to directly remove the lymphatic?"
"Even if there are certain sequelae?"
Huarong took out a laser pen, pointed at the lymph, and said slowly: "Mr. Ning, it's not that I don't want to take action, but that the risk is too great."
"If you look closely, the hyperplasia appears between the brain and the cerebellar lobes."
"If you use traditional surgical methods, you will accidentally damage your brain, and then you will become a vegetative person at worst. At the least, you will be paralyzed half of your body and unable to take care of yourself."
"It's also very troublesome to use minimally invasive lasers."
"Because of the relationship wrapped in cerebellar lobes of the brain, no one can guarantee that there will be no sequelae."
Speaking of this, Huarong took a deep breath and said, "So my advice is not to have surgery. It is best to use drugs to suppress it, which is the safest."
Ning Xiaobei said lightly: "What if there is no drug that can be suppressed?"
Huarong looked a little surprised, but he still adhered to the duties of a doctor and said slowly: "If this is the case, then I'm afraid I can only have surgery."
"But the risk of this surgery is too great."
Ning Xiaobei thought for a while, knocked on the table and said, "I wonder how likely Dr. Hua, you have to win?"
Huarong whispered: "30%."
"Of course, if you can invite the national player Mr. Zhong Beishan to take action, you may be 40% sure."
Ning Xiaobei frowned deeply, and after a long time, he slowly said: "What if anesthetics are used to relieve the growth of lymph?"
Huarong thought for a while and said, "This is relatively simple, but if you use too much anesthetic, you will have resistance."
"I estimate that it will be effective within three to five years, but if it cannot be cured in three to five years, you will be even worse than death, Young Master Ning."
"And, there is another complication when using anesthetics. I wonder if you can accept it, Mr. Ning."
Ning Xiaobei said coldly: "It's all here, what do you think is there that I can't accept."
"Yes." Huarong's pretty face turned red, but he still spoke slowly, "The function of men will be completely lost due to the anesthetics."
"I don't know if you care about this, Mr. Ning."
Hearing this, Ning Xiaobei, who had originally looked indifferent, turned black.
For him, he would rather lose all his strength than lose his dignity as a man.
"Of course, there is another possibility."
Huarong suddenly thought of another thing.
"Although I don't know who saw through what happened in your mind, Mr. Ning."
"But since those who see through can see through, 80% can help you cure it."
Hearing Huarong's words, Ning Xiaobei's eyes hopped, he clenched his fists, then slowly let go, and said, "Is this true?"
"I'm not 100% sure, but at least 90% sure."
"The chances of winning are much greater than that of our hospital."
Huarong spoke with a serious look on his face.
"good!"
Ning Xiaobei gritted his teeth for a moment.
"Thank you for your advice from Dr. Hua."
"I know what to do."
Speaking of this, he clapped his hands, and after the two followers appeared, he whispered: "Go and help me invite Mr. Ye, remember, do whatever it takes!"
"No matter what his request is, let him come and have an interview with me."