Chapter 911 Fortunately, the tumor has not spread!

  Yan Shiqi frowned in an instant, as he was about to speak, the man had taken out a black card from his wallet and handed it to Xiaolin: "Go and open a superior ward."

   "Okay!" Kobayashi took the card and turned and walked to the inpatient department.

  Yan Shiqi looked at her back, then turned to look at Qin Baiyu, and swallowed what he wanted to say.

  ……

   Outside the door of the emergency room, Yan Shiqi was pacing near the window, looking at the bloodless Yanjun on the hospital bed, with mixed feelings in his heart.

  In fact, it has only been two months since they met last time.

  But now, he looks very thin when he is seriously ill, with slightly sunken cheeks, wearing a thin shirt and knitted vest, and a dark down jacket beside the bed.

  In my impression, he has been used to driving for so many years, so he rarely wears down jackets.

  To this day, but a person fainted on the street.

  She watched intently, and sighed from the corner of her mouth.

  Before this winter, he was her respected and trusted father.

  In just a few months, everything is a mere fact.

  ……

   Twenty minutes later, Yan Jun was transferred to the advanced ward.

  Here, Yan Shiqi is no stranger.

  In the ward, Yanjun was still not awake, and the doctor responsible for diagnosing his condition followed.

  The person who can stay in the superior ward, he dare not care, just walked to the door and saw a couple of men and women standing in the corridor.

  He took off the mask, hung it on one ear, and stepped forward suspiciously, "Are you his family members?"

  Yan Shiqi and the man looked back at the same time, the doctor saw the man’s face and was startled, "Ms. Qin?"

  This is not President Qin who made a special announcement to the whole hospital some time ago, as long as he meets him, he must be regarded as a guest of honor!

   "Hello." Qin Baiyu nodded slightly to the doctor.

Yan Shiqi turned his head and glanced at the ward, "Excuse me, are his symptoms serious?"

  Hearing this, the attending doctor looked at the case in his hand with a serious tone, “His condition, in stomach cancer, is in the middle and late stages.

  We just watched the film, unfortunately, the tumor has not yet metastasized. If it is convenient, it is better to perform surgical resection as soon as possible, so as to cooperate with the subsequent radiotherapy and chemotherapy. "

  Not transferred yet...

  In the doctor's opinion, this is already considered lucky.

  Throughout the patients suffering from gastric cancer, most of them come to see the doctor when they find that they are unwell at the late stage, but once the tumor has spread and metastasized, the cure rate is very low.

  The doctor looked at the case again, raised his eyes and moved his gaze to Qin Baiyu's body, "Mr. Qin, this patient... is your family member?"

  The man's eyes were calm, and he faintly responded, "Some connections."

  He didn't say it clearly, and the doctor no longer asked if he was interested.

  Walking to the door, he looked inside and said: "His symptoms of anemia are a bit serious, and he is being infused with nutrients. According to his current physical condition, how can it take a week before the operation can be performed."

   "Can the operation cure his disease?" Yan Shiqi asked in a low voice.

  The doctor said: “Most gastric cancers, as long as they don’t spread and are treated properly, the cure rate will be very high. Of course, the patient must also be treated with the doctor’s advice. The hope is still great.”

  Yan Shiqi slowly lowered his eyes, pursing his lips and did not speak any more.

  The doctor urged a few more politely, then turned and left the corridor.

  At this time, the man gathered her shoulders and pulled her to his side, raised his hand and stretched her scarf down, exposing her cheeks, "Would you like to go in and take a look?"

  (End of this chapter)