"Mr. Liu, I'm sorry. After the consultation of the specialists in our hospital, it has been confirmed that there is a lesion in your lungs, and this lesion is in a state of intense activity …"
In Summer Yang City Central Hospital, the head doctor of the oncology department, Pan Mingsheng, told Liu Zhijiang their diagnosis.
"Director Pan, can you make it simpler?" Liu Zhijiang said calmly, but he was very nervous in his heart. After all, this was related to his health and even his life.
"In layman's terms, we suspect that you have lung cancer." Pan Mingsheng's tone sounded very regretful and a little sad, but he was inexplicably happy in his heart.
This was because the current situation made Pan Mingsheng feel: Liu Zhijiang, aren't you very capable? Aren't you the richest man in Summer Yang City? Aren't the entire city under your control? But now, you, Liu Zhijiang, still have to listen to my "judgment". From now on, you, Liu Zhijiang, can basically start saying goodbye to your hundreds of millions of savings, villas, luxury cars, and many lovers.
In his life biography, Pan Mingsheng wrote a very philosophical sentence: No matter if you are rich or poor, in the face of cancer, everyone is equal!
After Pan Mingsheng's "judgment" ended, he began to comfort Liu Zhijiang, "Mr. Liu, the diagnosis is basically correct. I have also carried out online consultation with the specialists in the provincial capital. However, fortunately, we discovered your condition in time, which gave us time to treat you. Currently, your condition is in the early and intermediate stage. As long as you insist on chemotherapy and other related treatments, you should be able to delay the progression of the disease, and even have a possibility of recovery. "
Pan Mingsheng's so-called "possibility of recovery" was about one percent. However, he had to emphasize this possibility, because whether it was to him or to the entire hospital, people like Liu Zhijiang were real big clients. For this one percent chance of recovery, Liu Zhijiang might pay millions of medical fees or even more!
Pan Mingsheng was waiting for Liu Zhijiang to "express his stance" in front of him. He was waiting for Liu Zhijiang to say things like "Doctor, please help me, I'm willing to spend any amount of money" like other patients. However, Liu Zhijiang was surprisingly calm. He only said lightly, "I understand. Thank you, Director Pan."
Pan Mingsheng could not help but be stunned. He did not expect Liu Zhijiang to be so indifferent to life and death.
"Could it be that my words were not serious enough?" Pan Mingsheng thought about it and said, "Mr. Liu, you have to think about it carefully. Although your condition is in the early and middle stages, if you don't treat it as soon as possible, your condition will worsen further and develop into the late stages. Then, the window of time for treatment will be completely closed —"
"I see." Liu Zhijiang seemed to be a little impatient. The old butler, Chen Yang, directly asked Pan Mingsheng to leave.
"Uncle Yang, I didn't expect that we would be so unlucky to be seriously injured by that brat." Liu Zhijiang laughed bitterly. "You really have to pay for what you've done! I thought that after hiding my strength and biding my time, I would be able to live a long and happy life. I didn't expect … I didn't expect it to be all for naught. My enemies didn't take my life, but the King of Hell is coming to take my life! "
"Sigh, how many people in Jianghu can have a good ending? Zhijiang, if you had persisted in practicing martial arts all these years and reached the Qi Nurturing stage, I'm afraid you wouldn't have gotten sick. "Chen Yang sighed.
"What's the point of saying all this now?" Liu Zhijiang said dejectedly, "I didn't expect that after decades of hard work, I wouldn't have a good ending — I really don't want to accept it! At fifty, I should have a successful career, enjoy my old age, and enjoy the happiness of my family, but … forget it, what's the point of saying all this. I won't stay in the hospital. I don't want to be tortured by them for a few days. "
"Zhijiang, don't worry. Maybe the hospital misdiagnosed you — by the way, since that brat could see your condition, is he really a great doctor?" Chen Yang's heart lit up with a glimmer of hope.
A glimmer of hope also flashed in Liu Zhijiang's eyes, but it was extinguished in an instant. He shook his head and said, "It's not possible. How old is that brat? How could he be a medical expert? I'm afraid he's just guessing. "
"Guessing is worth a try." Said Chen Yang.
"Then let's investigate this brat's background first." Said Liu Zhijiang, "If he really has some skills, it won't be too late to find him."
At this time, Liu Zhijiang had already given up hope, because he thought this was his fate.
Of course, when despair struck, many people would accept their fate, even if they never believed in fate.
Chen Yang was still making the last effort, calling people to investigate Qin Lang's background, mainly on Qin Lang's medical skills. He didn't know anything before, but after the investigation, he was really shocked.
After a while, Chen Yang's hand holding the phone was trembling, "Zhijiang … you … you really can be saved!"
"Uncle Yang, what do you mean?" Liu Zhijiang looked at Chen Yang, puzzled. Liu Zhijiang had just been sentenced to death by the doctor, and just when he was ready to accept his fate, Chen Yang brought him a ray of hope.
"That brat … that Qin Lang, his medical skills are really amazing! He … he is the martial uncle of the health master Lin Wuchang! I heard that the mayor of Summer City and the governor's wife both went to him to treat their illnesses! "Chen Yang said excitedly.
Of course, this was thanks to the publicity power of the media reporters. They had successfully "arranged" a new identity for Qin Lang, and they had also praised him. However, some of the reporters' reports were inevitably inaccurate. For example, treating the mayor became treating the mayor, and treating the governor's daughter became treating the governor's wife. Of course, although these reports were a little inaccurate, they were surprisingly consistent in their praise of Qin Lang. Therefore, Chen Yang easily found out Qin Lang's great medical skills after he asked people to investigate.
Hearing Chen Yang's praise of Qin Lang, Liu Zhijiang's heart was lit up with hope, and the flame was getting stronger and stronger, "So you're saying that the brat didn't make a blind guess, but his medical skills are really amazing?"
"I'm afraid it's not ordinary!" Chen Yang said affirmatively, "Otherwise the governor's wife wouldn't have given him face. Zhijiang, there's no time to lose. Let's go find him now. "
"But this brat wants us to join hands with him to deal with Feng Kui —"
"Help is more important! In my eyes, Feng Kui's life is far less valuable than yours, "Chen Yang said in a deep voice," If necessary, I will kill Feng Kui myself! "
"Uncle Yang, thank you," Liu Zhijiang said, "Now, let's go find that brat. Alas, I didn't expect that I would have to bow to him today after I refused his proposal last night, it's really … alas. "
Everyone cherished their own lives, and Liu Zhijiang was no exception.
Therefore, after knowing that Qin Lang was a "magic doctor", Liu Zhijiang couldn't wait to go to No.7 Middle School to find Qin Lang.
Qin Lang had already expected Liu Zhijiang's visit, but Qin Lang didn't want to see him.
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