"Mr. Ling, when we first found out, we were not sure, so we checked the old lady again. In addition, we also sent the old lady's blood to the Provincial Women's Health Insurance for verification, and the final result was obtained
, indeed."
Ling Muxue sobbed for a while, then looked at Chen Minghua with a gloomy expression: "Even if this is true, why didn't you discuss it with me in advance? Why did you bring it here directly?"
"This..." Chen Minghua felt a little embarrassed and could only look at Su Hongyuan sitting on the bedside.
"Okay, Xiaoxue, it was actually me who asked Dean Chen to come here. I already knew about my illness, and I kept it secret before. I didn't expect that this time, Dean Chen and the others found out.
Even though we are old and it is indeed at this time, what does it matter?" Su Hongyuan said with a smile.
"No, no, grandma, you are still young. Don't worry, I will definitely cure you. No matter what the cost, I will cure your disease, believe me." Ling Muxue gritted her teeth and said very firmly.
Su Hongyuan smiled and shook her head: "Silly boy, grandma knows what you are thinking, but you also know that grandma is already very old and cannot withstand so many hardships. Instead of undergoing surgery, chemotherapy and radiotherapy,
, in the end I am in trouble, why not let me live the rest of my life decently, what do you think?"
"No, it's not." Ling Muxue burst into tears: "Grandma, you will be fine, believe me, believe me, wuwu..."
Ling Muxue squatted on the ground and burst into tears.
Almost five minutes later, Ling Muxue stood up with the help of Aunt Hong and sat on the chair next to her.
Chen Minghua and several other hospital leaders were still standing nearby. Looking at the scene in the ward, they really didn't know what to do.
Ling Muxue wiped away her tears, regained her calm posture, looked at Chen Minghua and said, "Director Chen, tell me directly, what is the probability of success if the surgery is performed at the People's Hospital?"
Hearing this question, Chen Minghua's face became more and more helpless. He looked at Su Hongyuan on the hospital bed, and he didn't know what to say.
Because he couldn't answer, to be honest, the success rate of surgery at the People's Hospital was less than 10%.
"Okay, kid, don't embarrass Dean Chen. What else can you do to treat late-stage pancreatic cancer? Do you want me to be unable to get off the operating table?" Su Hongyuan said with a smile.
"Now that you have grown up, I can rest assured. Grandma feels pretty good now and is ready to go on a trip. You can't stop me, otherwise, I will be angry." Su Hongyuan said calmly.
"Okay, grandma, I promise you." Ling Muxue said to Su Hongyuan, "I'm a little uncomfortable, go out and get some fresh air."
Ling Muxue walked out of the ward and then gestured to Chen Minghua. Chen Minghua understood and followed her out.
"Mr. Ling, what are your orders?" Chen Minghua looked at Ling Muxue and asked.
"Can pancreatic cancer be cured? If it can be cured, how to treat it? Which treatment team is the most professional at home and abroad?" Ling Muxue asked directly.
Restored the capable attitude of strong women in the past.
In the ward, Ling Muxue promised Su Hongyuan not to mention the treatment again, but it was obvious that Ling Muxue was not willing to give up.
Because Su Hongyuan was hospitalized after being shot in the thigh by a crossbow, Ling Muxue's original intention was to take this opportunity to give her grandma a comprehensive physical examination. Unexpectedly, she found pancreatic cancer.
For Ling Muxue, this was like a bolt from the blue.
She knew that terminal cancer was difficult to cure, but even if there was only one ten thousandth chance, she would not give up.
He has money, connections, and resources. She can let her grandma enjoy the best medical resources. She may not be completely helpless for diseases that ordinary people cannot cure.
Watching her grandma give up treatment and wait for death was something she really couldn't do. Even if Su Hongyuan told the truth, she would not agree.
Of course, she also knows how difficult it is to treat cancer, especially pancreatic cancer, which is known as the king of cancers. Currently, there are only a handful of cases in the country, or even in the world, that can truly cure late-stage cancer.
After listening to Ling Muxue's words, Chen Minghua frowned and thought for a long time, and then said: "Mr. Ling, let me tell you the truth, it is almost impossible to completely cure late-stage pancreatic cancer through surgery. Our People's Hospital can't do it. Even in Beijing,
The top hospitals can't do it either, and the old lady is old. Once she goes to the operating table, it's hard to guarantee that no other special circumstances will happen, and the possibility of not getting off the operating table is real."
Che Minghua knew that Ling Muxue was a rational person, so he did not beat around the bush. It was really unwise for an eighty-year-old old lady to undergo surgery at this time with terminal pancreatic cancer.
"How long can I live without surgery?" Ling Muxue continued to ask.
"Well, it's hard to say. If the old lady has a good mentality and carries out effective conservative treatment, it may be three to five months, or with luck, seven or eight months..."
"Seven or eight months?" Ling Muxue bit her lip and tried to control her emotions. Could her grandma only live seven or eight months at most?
"Then, what if we have surgery?" She was still unwilling after all.
Chen Minghua hesitated for a moment and said truthfully: "If you undergo surgery, the worst result is that you fall directly on the operating table. Considering the old lady's age, this probability is higher than that of ordinary people, and will not be less than 100%."
10; In addition, even if the operation is successful, the subsequent radiotherapy and chemotherapy are not something that the old lady can bear at her age. By then, the body will have a series of problems, and the old lady may not be able to bear it, which will only increase a lot of pain."
Chen Minghua had already said it tactfully, mainly because of Ling Muxue's identity.
If it were an ordinary person, Chen Minghua would suggest giving up treatment without hesitation.
Make some necessary adjustments with traditional Chinese medicine and spend the remaining few months well. Eat whatever you want and go play wherever you want. Maybe the old lady will be in a good mood and can live for a while longer.
Surgery, radiotherapy and chemotherapy often result in a loss of both human and financial resources.
But Ling Muxue didn't have to worry about money, so Chen Minghua didn't talk too harshly.
"Are there any new treatment technologies and methods abroad?" Ling Muxue asked.
"Abroad?" Chen Minghua's eyes suddenly lit up and he thought of something.
"Some time ago, there was indeed a very hot news in the United States about a breakthrough in cancer treatment technology. It was said that a team had developed a new drug to treat cancer. At that time, some news in China also reported it, and I happened to pay attention to it."
"Really? What team, what medicine?" Ling Muxue suddenly became energetic.
Chen Minghua smiled bitterly: "It's just news. It is a paper published by a medical team led by a scientist named Bales Brown. However, the relevant treatments and drugs have not yet undergone sufficient clinical verification, and there are not enough cases to prove whether
It really works.”
"Team Bals? Okay, I understand. Thank you, Dean Chen." Ling Muxue stood up and left.
Looking at Ling Muxue's look, Chen Minghua knew that she would not give up, and she might really go find that American Bals team.
This seems a bit crazy, but Chen Minghua knows that Ling Muxue has such energy and determination, and it may not be possible to find him.