Lloyd first met the patient's family. They were two bewildered girls and a twelve-year-old boy who pretended to be an adult.
Wang Jia, the young nurse, accompanied the three of them and brought them a bag of snacks. She said, "Come and eat. These are Doctor Ling's favorite foods. I spent a lot of effort to get them from the group library …"
She was only in her early twenties and had no experience in taking care of children. She looked rather helpless.
The thirteen-year-old boy stroked his sisters' hair and stood up with his chest puffed out. "Thank you, sister. We're not hungry now. When we're hungry, we'll go back to eat. You don't have to worry about us. Go and do your work. "
"Mom is hospitalized. No one will cook when you go back," Wang Jia persuaded him kindly.
The boy shook his head. "I usually cook. When the surgery is over, I'll go back and cook. The earliest bus leaves at half past five. I'll go back and come back. It'll be just in time for breakfast. My mom should be awake by then. "
Wang Jia was stunned. She did not know what to say. After a while, she whispered, "These snacks were gathered by the nurses. You can eat first. You don't have to go back to cook."
"You don't have to go back to cook today. You'll have to go back to cook tomorrow." The boy looked down at the snacks for a few seconds. He shook his head firmly and said, "We can live well without help. We can't expect anything from others. "
"Of course." Wang Jia felt tears well up in her eyes.
Lu Wenbin stomped his feet hard and made some noises.
Wang Jia was shocked. She turned around and saw Lu Wenbin. She quickly wiped her eyes and pretended to be angry. "Lu Wenbin, who are you trying to scare? It's so late. Don't you know to greet us first?"
"I brought a foreigner to watch the surgery." Lu Wenbin glanced at the three children sitting alone in the corner of the waiting hall. He asked in a slightly low voice, "Haven't you contacted your family yet?"
Wang Jia shook her head slightly and did not speak.
Lloyd looked at the three children and could not help but ask in English, "Are these the patient's children? No other family members? "
Lu Wenbin coughed a few times and answered in English, "The patient is a single mother, and she is no longer related to her family."
As for why they couldn't find their family, Lu Wenbin didn't need to explain in detail.
Lloyd was very understanding. "It's indeed pitiful for a single mother to be sick. Hm, will these three children be sent to a child welfare agency?"
"It's not that time yet." Lu Wenbin did not want to talk too much about this in case the foreigners started promoting their universal values again. He only said, "Doctor Ling usually doesn't perform hepatectomy for liver cancer. He only agreed to it because of the patient's unique condition."
The patient was actually snatched from the Department of Hepatobiliary and Pancreatic Surgery. When Zhang Anmin saw the patient, he felt sympathy for him. He quietly asked Ling Ran to take the patient from He Yuanzheng's hands.
In fact, He Yuanzheng also knew that Zhang Anmin was a snitch, but he pretended that he did not know and asked the patient to let him go. On the one hand, Zhang Anmin had been a snitch for a long time, so it was useless to be angry. On the other hand, he also hoped that the patient's prognosis would be better, that he could live longer, and that his quality of life would be better.
After Ling Ran listened to Zhang Anmin's description and explanation, he nodded and agreed. He immediately arranged for the surgery, calculated the preoperative preparation time, and sent the patient into the operating theater.
It was similar to the reason why Ling Ran performed hepatectomy on an elderly patient with liver cancer. The patient did not want to live for thirty, twenty, or even ten years.
For this patient, the longer she could live, the better it would be. But for her, the most important thing was to live for five years, or even three years. It was a huge difference compared to living for two years or one year.
The patient's son was thirteen years old this year. If the patient could live for five years, her son would be eighteen years old. Not only would he be able to be independent, but he would also be able to take care of his two young sisters. In the patient's words, he would be able to leave with peace of mind.
Even if the patient could not live for five years, living for another three years after the surgery would reduce the complications and recovery period, and it would also be a great help to the patient's family. At least, by that time, the thirteen-year-old boy in front of her would be a sixteen-year-old young man, and not just a teenager.
Although to modern people, a sixteen-year-old was still immature, compared to a fifteen-year-old or a fourteen-year-old, there was still a clear sign of maturity.
In this era where the first-year survival rate for patients with liver cancer was less than eighty percent, and the two-year survival rate for patients with advanced liver cancer was even lower. Although Ling Ran could not guarantee that the patient's survival time would be increased, it would still be good if he could improve the patient's quality of life.
Cut less liver, cut more cleanly, and make a more accurate judgment during the surgery … Even though it ultimately depended on the mood of the cancer cells, Ling Ran believed that this surgery could still bring about a great improvement to the patient and her family.
Lloyd, whose grandson was ten years old, did not need to understand Mandarin. When he saw the scene in front of him and listened to Lu Wenbin's brief explanation, he understood the current situation.
Lloyd's heart trembled a little. When he raised his head again, his expression was already solemn as he said, "If Doctor Ling needs help, I can still help."
"I will convey this to Doctor Ling, but we have an assistant who has slept enough to help, so there is a high chance that you won't need to do anything." Lu Wenbin paused for a moment and began to speak in Mandarin again, "I was replaced, and it's not my normal rest time yet, so I can only cook some pork trotters or something. Oh, right, pork trotters!"
Lu Wenbin patted his forehead and quickly took out a snack box. He handed it to Wang Jia and said, "I have some boneless pork trotters here. I originally planned to feed them to the foreigners, but you can give them to the children."
Wang Jia could not help but look at Lloyd.
Lloyd, who was already a little used to being humiliated by Mandarin, smiled and did not care anymore.
"Alright." Wang Jia answered and said, "Only foreigners would eat boneless pork trotters. How could you guys even think of this? What's the difference between that and sunflower seeds without shells?"
"Developing a new product? Who knows? What if it becomes popular?" Lu Wenbin said casually. He then seamlessly switched to English and said to Lloyd, "Let's go into the operating theater."
"Okay." Lloyd followed Lu Wenbin for a few steps before he turned around and said to Wang Jia, "If there's a need, and I mean, whether the surgery is successful or not, you can send me an email. I can always be of some help."
As Lloyd spoke, he stuffed a name card into Wang Jia's hands.
Wang Jia looked wary and asked Lu Wenbin, "What did he say?"
"The foreigner said that if you need it, he can pay …" Lu Wenbin saw Wang Jia's eyes widen, and he continued, "He wants to help these three children, not you."
Wang Jia's eyelids drooped, and she glanced at Lu Wenbin in disdain. "I'll tell everyone exactly what you did when you translated for the foreigner."
Lu Wenbin was dumbfounded. He laughed foolishly. "What do you mean translated for the foreigner? That doesn't sound right."
"What right does a person who makes boneless pork trotters have to say that it doesn't taste right?" Wang Jia pursed her lips in disdain.
"Doctor Lu?" Lloyd urged him.
"Oh, oh. Let's go." Lu Wenbin did not dare to stay any longer. He had never won a verbal argument with a young nurse.
Lloyd and Boyle whispered a few words. When they entered the operating theater again, Lloyd said in a low voice, "Doctor Lu, the Anderson Cancer Center's Telemedicine Center is willing to help with the consultation of this patient. Can you please convey our goodwill? We just want to help. "
Lloyd was worried that Ling Ran and the others would misunderstand his last sentence. However, from another perspective, Lloyd was not worried that Ling Ran would misunderstand. If a doctor would rather delay the patient's condition than accept help because of his conceit, Lloyd did not want to be friends with such a doctor.
Lu Wenbin frowned slightly. He turned around and went to the operating theater to convey the message to Ling Ran. A Genius Remembers Three Things in One Second
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