Herbert picked up the receiver and raised it to his eyes. Realizing that it wasn't broken, he said again, "I don't know what you were talking about, Gner. I think the signal from overseas is not very stable."
"It's like this. It's probably because the food is delicious, so she can eat more," Ling Hong repeated.
"Gner, even if you don't want to tell me about your special treatment, you don't have to give me such a reason," Herbert said, spreading his hands.
"No, no, no, Dr. Herbert, please don't misunderstand me. I'm telling the truth. In fact, she can only eat that kind of food in one restaurant. She can't eat anywhere else," Ling Hong said.
Herbert sensed Ling Hong's sincerity and temporarily believed Ling Hong's words. He asked, "Is there something special about that restaurant?"
"Yes, there is. The chef in that restaurant is very good. He's better than most people in the world," Ling Hong said.
"He looks like a three-star Michelin chef," Herbert teased.
"Much better than three-star Michelin chefs. After all, many three-star Michelin chefs have been defeated by him," Ling Hong said.
Others might not know, but Ling Hong knew that Dean, Chu Xiao, and Gabriel were all three-star Michelin chefs.
"If there's a chef whose culinary skills exceed three-star Michelin chef cooking for her, it's understandable that she can eat more. After all, it's hard to resist food that's too delicious," Herbert said reluctantly.
Ling Hong didn't explain that Yuan Zhou wasn't cooking for Ruan Xiaoqing. Instead, he asked, "Can she live longer under such circumstances?"
"Or is it getting better? After all, the previous doctor said it was only two months. But it's already been more than two months. Is it possible that it's getting better? "Ling Hong asked anxiously.
"Gner, I think you know that the survival rate of pancreatic cancer in the past five years is less than 1%. It's one of the worst malignant tumors. The early diagnosis rate of pancreatic cancer isn't high, but the surgery death rate is very high. The cure rate is very low. Therefore, since it's confirmed to be in the late stage, the situation you mentioned is unlikely to happen." Herbert's voice was particularly heavy when he talked about the death rate of pancreatic cancer.
"But she can eat now, and she's in good spirits," Ling Hong murmured.
"Yes, this will ensure the vitality of her life, and indeed increase her vitality," Herbert said.
At this point, Herbert had a basic understanding of the information provided by Ling Hong. In his opinion, it should be a female friend of Ling Hong's, wife or girlfriend who had contracted the same illness, but he didn't tell the other party, so he secretly consulted here.
After all, such a situation wasn't rare. Therefore, Herbert's tone softened. He didn't blame Ling Hong for not providing the patient's information and just asked random questions.
"Is it possible, and I mean one in ten thousand, that she will get better, or that she can live for a long time?" Ling Hong didn't give up and continued to ask.
"Hehe, I never deny the existence of miracles. I even say that sometimes such miracles really happen, but it's as unpredictable as the mood of the damn God," Herbert said helplessly.
"Okay, I understand," Ling Hong said.
"That's good. I look forward to meeting your friend," Herbert said.
"Okay, I'll bring her when I have the chance," Ling Hong said.
"Goodbye, Gner." Herbert looked at the time. It was almost thirty minutes. Then, he hung up.
"Du, du, du." Ling Hong's phone rang with the busy tone. Then, it jumped back to the start page. He couldn't help but sigh while holding the phone.
"No, no, no. I can't sigh. I think there will be a chance. After all, even Dr. Herbert said that there might be a miracle. Moreover, she can still eat now." When he said the last sentence, Ling Hong's voice was especially gentle.
As if he was thinking of how Ruan Xiaoqing usually ate, Ling Hong couldn't help but reveal a faint smile.
Herbert must be shocked that Xiaoqing can eat so much. But fortunately, Yuan Zhou is here. Ling Hong couldn't help but think of Herbert's surprise just now, and his mood slightly relaxed.
Of course, he was shocked. Even after hanging up, Herbert couldn't help but mutter, "I wonder what kind of delicacy can be eaten by a pancreatic cancer patient."
"I'll research it when I have the chance," Herbert murmured.
"Dr. Herbert, your next appointment is coming. Do you need me to do anything?" The female assistant, Doris, entered the door and interrupted Herbert's thoughts.
"No need. Just bring the person in." Herbert shook his head.
"Okay, Dr.." Doris nodded, then closed the door and went out.
Of course, Ling Hong, who was far away, didn't know about these things. He looked at the time and saw that it was already a quarter past four in the morning. He quickly put down the documents in his hands and prepared to wash up and go to bed.
After all, he still had to have breakfast with Ruan Xiaoqing in the morning. Although they didn't make an appointment, the two of them already had some tacit understanding.
Apart from his illness, Ling Hong and Ruan Xiaoqing had become good friends. They could talk about a lot more.
After having more topics to talk about, he realized that the two of them hated similar things, although they liked different things.
Wasn't there an old man in a Japanese drama who once said that it didn't matter if two people liked different things? What could decide whether two people could live together was whether the two people hated the same thing.
It just so happened that Ling Hong and Ruan Xiaoqing hated the same thing. This also determined that the two of them were even closer now.
Lying on the bed, Ling Hong was still thinking, "Xiaoqing said that she won't be going back this New Year. I have to quickly finish my work at the company and spend more time with her. This will also increase the time we can spend together."
With this kind of mood, Ling Hong fell asleep in a good mood. Two hours later, he was woken up by the sound of his alarm clock at half past six.
After washing up and putting on his clothes, Ling Hong walked straight out of the door. He had to hurry to Taoxi Road and wait to have breakfast with Xiaoqing.
When he passed by the living room, he bumped into Grandfather Ling, who had woken up early. Ling Hong quickly greeted him and went out immediately.
At this time, Grandfather Ling didn't even have time to reply. Seeing Ling Hong walking out quickly, Grandfather Ling couldn't help but say to the old adjutant beside him, "Look at this kid. Giving birth to him is worse than giving birth to a piece of fat pork. At least he can eat a piece of meat."
"Grandfather, if he was a piece of fat pork, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to call you grandfather." The old adjutant obviously understood Grandfather Ling's thoughts and said with a smile.
"Hmph, he was fine when he was young. Now that he's grown up, he can't. He doesn't even know how to bring me to eat more delicious food." Grandfather Ling snorted.
"Grandfather, you want to go to Boss Yuan's restaurant, right?" The old adjutant hit the nail on the head.
"Old man, you know me well. Let's go for dinner today." Grandfather Ling immediately said.
"Okay, I'll listen to you." The old adjutant didn't object and nodded.
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