Door-to-door dragon son-in-law

Hank's soaring CA199 index finally made more than a dozen people in the group realize that Ye Chen did have an invisible ability that could determine a person's life and death.

Hank was already scared out of his wits at this point. He immediately received an injection of contrast agent and was then pushed into the hospital's full-scan CT room.

The huge machines were running frantically around him. The huge vibrations, roars, and alarms amplified his inner panic.

In the past, this advanced medical equipment represented the power of technology and money to him, as well as a sense of peace of mind.

But now, this device made him extremely panicked and frightened.

Since this type of scanning requires scanning the person from head to toe in circles twice, it takes a very long time, which is even more torturous for him.

Just when he felt he was almost out of breath, the machine finally stopped and pushed him out of the huge ring.

The lead door isolating the radiation slowly opened, and the private doctor and several nurses quickly moved him to a mobile bed and sent him back to the ward.

On the way, Hank couldn't help but ask, "What are the results of the scan?"

The private doctor replied, "Mr. Hank, please don't worry. The data from the full scan is quite large and needs to be combined and analyzed by the computer. Please go back to the ward and wait. I have already communicated with the attending doctor, Dr. Johnson. He will come to inform you in person as soon as there is a result. I will not waste time passing on the message in between."

"Okay..." Hank nodded slightly, his inner anxiety growing worse.

In the ward, Hank waited in despair on the bed for half an hour. The attending doctor pushed the door open and came directly to Hank's bed. He explained solemnly, "Mr. Hank, we analyzed your plain scan results and found that the position of your pancreas is indeed obviously abnormal under the contrast agent. We called in several experts to look at the film and they all agreed that it should be pancreatic cancer."

Hank asked hurriedly, "Can we confirm it through the film?"

Johnson nodded and said, "The film, plus the abnormality of CA199 index, can basically confirm it. Of course, the final confirmation still requires pathological results. Pathology is above all else."

Hank asked again, "So what should I do next? What is the current extent of my pancreatic cancer?"

Johnson said: "We have preliminarily determined that this is still an early stage of pancreatic cancer. After all, the last examination was normal, and no lymph node or distant metastasis was found from the plain scan results."

"That's great!" Hank breathed a sigh of relief.

He is well aware that the cure rate for early-stage cancer is much higher.

Johnson was not optimistic at this time. He said solemnly, "Mr. Hank, pancreatic cancer itself has a very poor prognosis. Even in the early stages, we performed a complete pancreatectomy, and the five-year survival rate is the worst among all cancers."

Hank asked nervously, "The worst? Not even the best?"

Johnson said: "On the whole, it's not the worst."

Hank asked, "Will my surgery be effective?"

Johnson replied: "We are not optimistic at the moment because it progresses too quickly. In three months, the index has doubled, which proves that the cancer cells are growing at a very fast rate and are coming on aggressively. The more such cancers are, the worse the prognosis will be."

Hank wiped the cold sweat off his forehead and asked him, "So what is the treatment plan you have made for me now?"

Johnson said: "I came here to discuss the surgery with you. The plan we are thinking of now is to intervene as soon as possible and remove the pancreas as soon as possible."

Hank asked, "How long can I live with my pancreas removed? Five years?"

"Not sure." Johnson said, "Pancreatic cancer is currently the most difficult to predict. Not only does it develop quickly and is highly lethal, but sometimes even after everything has been removed, it will suddenly reappear in a nearby organ. So it depends on luck, but one thing is basically certain: no matter how early pancreatic cancer patients are discovered, the five-year survival rate is less than 10%, and the ten-year survival rate is basically zero."

At this point, Johnson added: "Let me put it this way, if thyroid cancer is the Italian army during World War II, then pancreatic cancer is the German army during World War II."

Hank asked, "Wasn't Hitler defeated in the end?"

Johnson added: "In this metaphor, the human body itself can be substituted for Poland."

"Fuck!" Hank said, "If Japan can get it, they can also take down Poland!"

"Yeah," Johnson said, "It's just not that fast. The speed at which Hitler attacked Poland is like the speed at which pancreatic cancer develops. Pancreatic cancer is the Nazi of cancer, the Hitler of cancer."

Hank murmured, "So even if you remove it as quickly as possible, I'll hardly live for five years..."

Johnson comforted her: "Now is not the time to think about these things. The most urgent thing now is to do the surgery and remove it as soon as possible! It is best to start the preoperative examination and preparation now and try to have the surgery directly within 48 hours."

"48 hours?" Hank asked him, "Why do you have to wait so long?"

Johnson replied: "There are many indicators that need to be tested before the operation. The simplest one is to check the coagulation problem first, and the infectious disease situation should also be checked. Moreover, before starting the operation, the surgeon team must hold a consultation and discuss and formulate the surgical plan. Only when everything is confirmed to be correct can the operation be carried out."

Hank pondered for a long time and said, "How about this, do what tests you need to do? If blood draw is needed, do it right away. Have the X-rays taken? Have the doctors start working on the surgical plan. I have something to do and need to go to China. I'll try to be back within 48 hours."

Johnson thought Hank was still busy with work, so he quickly said, "Mr. Hank, you are not fit to work in your current state. You should stay in bed and have a good rest in the hospital!"

"No!" Hank blurted out, "I have to go to China. If everything goes well, I'll be back in 48 hours. You don't have to arrange surgery for me. Just give me another checkup. Maybe I'll be cured by then."

"How is that possible..." Johnson said mercilessly, "China's overall medical level is not as good as ours. Their doctors are good in clinical experience. For the same type of surgery, our doctors perform dozens of operations a year, while their doctors perform hundreds of operations a year. However, in terms of basic theories and the development of new drugs, we are still better. No one in the world can compare to us in this respect."

Hank waved his hands. "Let's not talk about this for now. As you said, the medical level in the United States is the best in the world, but I only have a 10% chance of living for five years. Five years will pass in a flash. You want me to die so soon, I can't accept it. I must recover! Completely recover!"

Johnson said quickly: "Mr. Hank, it is impossible to recover completely! Moreover, if pancreatic cancer is not treated quickly and effectively, the survival period is basically only half a year!"

Hank said angrily, "I didn't say I wouldn't interfere. Don't you want 48 hours to prepare? Then I'll go to China first in these 48 hours. No matter what, I'll be back within hours!"