Healing Doctor

After Chapter 662, you'll have to cut the leather bag by yourself.

As evening approached, Colonel Wang, trembling, stood before Mo Chenggui with the tumor marker report in hand and said, "See what I told you? The tumor markers are nothing to worry about, absolutely nothing! See for yourself!"

"Colonel Wang, just because you're fine doesn't mean there's no tumor. I'm a doctor, highly skilled, you know that. Don't waste your time," Mo Chenggui said softly.

After seven or eight hours of mental struggle, Mo Chenggui had become numb. He knew that if there was a problem, he should solve it first; worrying was useless.

I've said similar things to countless patients my whole life, and now it's really happening to me.

Normal tumor marker levels do not mean the absence of tumors; this is a fact.

Colonel Wang's words could only fool ordinary people, but they couldn't fool a seasoned clinician like Mo Chenggui.

Mo Chenggui knew exactly what had happened.

The lesion in the lower right lung has spiculated edges, which almost certainly indicates lung cancer. Whether it is squamous cell carcinoma or adenocarcinoma will depend on the postoperative pathology results.

The only good thing is that no large, round metastatic lesions were seen in the lung lobes.

If the lungs are full of metastatic lesions, then there's no point in treating it.

Mo Chenggui walked heavily to the fire escape and plopped down.

"Colonel Wang, give me a cigarette."

"Old Mo." Colonel Wang looked at his old partner, a pang of sadness in his heart. He didn't try to persuade him; things were already like this, what did a cigarette matter?

Colonel Wang lit a cigarette, took a half-puff, the flame glowing brightly, and then handed it to Mo Chenggui.

"You mean people like this?" Mo Chenggui took a breath and sighed softly, "It's all fate."

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and come with me to the thoracic ward for hospitalization. We'll find an expert from the Shanghai Pulmonary Hospital to perform the surgery this weekend, and there won't be any problems," Colonel Wang said.

Faced with such a major event, he simply did not trust his own doctors.

Although the director and deputy director of the thoracic surgery department in the province are all renowned experts, performing thousands of surgeries a year, they are considered highly experienced.

But when it came to his own life, to his old partner Mo Chenggui, Colonel Wang still chose one of the top three doctors in the country to perform the surgery, even though the difficulty of the surgery was not much greater than cutting off a leather bag.

"Stop making a fuss, I know my situation... cough cough cough."

"You know nothing! Athena told you, are you trying to unleash your cosmos?"

"Although we are not thoracic surgeons, everyone knows that coughing up blood and finding lesions in the lungs during examination usually indicates that the condition is in the middle or late stage."

"Get admitted to the hospital first, get a PET-CT scan," Colonel Wang said irritably. "If everything's fine, have surgery right away. You'll have to have surgery again after that."

Mo Chenggui suddenly laughed, "I remember a few years ago there was a popular saying, the loneliest of the ten levels of loneliness is performing surgery alone."

"Hahaha," Colonel Wang laughed, "Did you think you were in the surgeon's position, performing the operation all by yourself without an assistant?"

"Of course." Mo Chenggui smiled slightly. "The surgery isn't performed by one person alone."

He paused for a moment, looked at Colonel Wang, and said, "From now on, you'll be cutting leather bags all by yourself."

"..."

Colonel Wang was stunned, then burst into curses, though his once shiny bald head looked somewhat dull.

After finishing his cigarette, Colonel Wang escorted Mo Chenggui home.

The thoracic surgery department has already informed me that I'll be kept in a private room and admitted to the hospital tomorrow morning.

Before being admitted to the hospital, Mo Chenggui wanted to go home to tidy up and take a shower.

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"Dog, still have to run." Ji Yongchang watched Ji Xiang and the silly roe deer return. He saw the energetic dog lie down in the house, panting heavily, too lazy to even stand up, and said with a sigh.

"He's really got a good run," Ji Xiang said. "Dad, why don't you go for a run too? The silly roe deer is quite well-behaved; lots of girls on the street want to woo him."

Ji Yongchang scoffed at Ji Xiang's words.

Run?

It's impossible in this life, and it's impossible in the next life either.

Running hurts your knees, yes, it hurts your knees.

After lunch, Ji Xiang rode his bicycle to the Second Affiliated Hospital.

Upon arriving at the hospital, Zhao Zhe and Lin Jiu were already working at their computers.

Lin Jiu, without needing anyone to teach him, became more proficient in using the Second Affiliated Hospital's operating system after just a few glances, even more so than Zhao Zhe.

"What a suitable old doctor," Ji Xiang thought to himself as he watched Lin Jiuze's retreating figure.

After changing his clothes and arriving at the office, Zhao Zhe said mysteriously, "Xiao Ji, do you know what happened? Professor Mo Chenggui is in trouble."

"Something happened? I don't know, what happened?" Ji Xiang was taken aback and became somewhat nervous.

"Professor Mo coughed up blood yesterday, and the CT scan suggested lung cancer in the lower lobe of his right lung."

Speaking behind someone's back, they directly referred to a space-occupying lesion as lung cancer, without any attempt to conceal it, nor was there any need to conceal it.

"!!!"

"Professor Mo is only 50, how did he get lung cancer? He doesn't smoke, he doesn't drink..."

Zhao Zhe was still rambling on when Ji Xiang stood up.

He quickly grabbed Ji Xiang, "Xiao Ji, don't rush. They said Professor Mo just finished his hospitalization procedures this morning, so there's nothing to see if you go now. He'll have to force himself to stay with you. I know that feeling; he won't want to say a single unnecessary word."

Ji Xiang thought about it and realized that Zhao Zhe seemed to be right.

"What kind of tests have been arranged by the thoracic surgery department?" Ji Xiang asked.

"I had a CT scan yesterday, and I also had tumor markers checked at the outpatient clinic. Today I'm having a full physical exam, mainly a 64-slice enhanced CT scan."

When will the investigation begin?

"Everything is arranged. I'll go at 1:30 this afternoon, after I get the blood test results."

Ji Xiang calmed down, and he seemed to be stunned for a moment. Lin Jiu, on the other hand, smelled something like a hunting dog and turned his head to look at Ji Xiang.

"Then this afternoon," Ji Xiang said, somewhat bewildered.

Zhao Zhe sighed, and didn't continue his rambling.

He knew very well that Xiao Ji was nostalgic. When he first came to the Second Affiliated Hospital, his first teacher and first medical team were Mo Chenggui and Colonel Wang.

It's impossible for Ji Xiang not to be saddened now that Mo Chenggui has been diagnosed with lung cancer.

But what can you do if you're sad?

Xiao Ji doesn't know how to perform thoracic surgery. Besides, lung cancer in the lower lobe of the right lung only requires removing a lobe and cleaning up the lymph nodes. The surgery is not simple, but it's not difficult either; it's a routine procedure.

As for the post-operative outcome, that depends on fate.

Those who are lucky will recover completely; those who are unlucky will suffer the effects of surgery, with the disease spreading throughout their bodies.

Hmm, thinking about this, Zhao Zhe dared not think any further and obediently wrote the medical records.

"Dr. Zhao, is Professor Mo hospitalized in the thoracic surgery department?" Lin Jiu whispered to Zhao Zhe.

His voice startled Zhao Zhe, but after a few days of interaction, Zhao Zhe had become accustomed to his easily startled state.

"Um."

"Take me to see it."

Lin Jiu opened the drawer, took out a notebook, and picked up a pen.

Zhao Zhe sighed. He was supposed to be the team leader in the medical group, but... Lin Jiu spoke to him with the imposing presence of a senior doctor. He was informing him, not discussing things with him.

(End of this chapter)