Standing outside the office door, Zhang Kun glanced at him. In the office, a doctor in a white coat was lowering his head and writing something on his desk.

Zhang Kun knocked on the door.

"Please come in." The doctor shouted without raising his head.

Zhang Kun walked in and came to his desk.

At this time, the doctor raised his head and looked at Zhang Kun: "Hello, is there anything wrong?"

Zhang Kun glanced at the nameplate on the doctor's chest, then smiled and nodded: "Hello, Doctor, I am the family of Pan Yong, a patient in bed No. 35. I came here to disturb you this time because I want to consult if I can check Pan Yong's medical records."

"Pan Yong." Dr. Xie looked up and looked up at Zhang Kun, thought for a while and said, "I have told you all the things I should say. It's not that I don't do my best, but that Pan Yong's tumor has developed to this level. With the current medical technology, I am really helpless."

"I understand, I understand, I understand, Dr. Xie and Pan Yong's hospitalization were all thanks to your hard work. I have nothing else to do. I just want to take a look at Pan Yong's medical records." Zhang Kun said with a slight plea.

After saying that, Zhang Kun took out two packs of cigarettes from his pocket and put them in front of Dr. Xie: "Please help me."

Doctor Xie looked at the two packs of cigarettes on the table with a look of surprise, then looked up at Zhang Kun, who looked young, and finally sighed: "You wait, I'll find it for you."

As he said that, Dr. Xie started rummaging in the file cabinet next to him.

After a while, he found a folder and handed it to Zhang Kun: "You can just take it here and take it out."

"Oh, OK, okay, please Dr. Xie." Zhang Kun nodded quickly, then took the folder, opened it in front of Dr. Xie, and then followed it and looked carefully.

Zhang Kun first looked at the admission record: the patient had obvious headaches, dizziness, nausea, vomiting, accompanied by consciousness and speech disorders within one week before admission...

Then there are various physical examinations, including CT and MRI.

Finally, the doctor's preliminary diagnosis was: glioblastoma.

Zhang Kun looked over one by one, looking at it very carefully and seriously, but the more he looked, the more he looked, the more he looked, the more he looked, the more he looked, the lower his face gradually.

"Doctor Zhang, how about it?" Aunt Tan asked carefully next to her.

Zhang Kun didn't say anything, but just slowly collected the medical records.

At this time, Dr. Xie next to him asked, "Look at how serious you have studied medicine?"

Zhang Kun came to his senses, squeezed a smile on his face, and nodded to Dr. Xie: "Well, I used to be a student from the First Affiliated One of Hunan Middle School."

"So that's it." Dr. Xie nodded, then sighed softly: "Since you understand, it would be even better. You have read the medical record. We are really powerless to do anything about the tumor to this extent."

"Although these words should not be spoken by our doctor, I would like to advise you not to spend some money you shouldn't spend. For the rest of the time, accompany the patients, eat whatever they want, and go wherever they want."

Zhang Kun carefully sorted out the medical records and handed them back to Dr. Xie, nodding: "I understand, please, Dr. Xie."

Dr. Xie took the medical records and put them back into the cabinet. Zhang Kun turned around and walked out the door. At this time, Dr. Xie called Zhang Kun again: "Wait."

Zhang Kun turned his head and looked at Dr. Xie, but saw Dr. Xie gently throwing two things towards Zhang Kun.

Zhang Kun instinctively took it, it was the two packs of cigarettes he handed out.

Dr. Xie said, "There is no smoking in the hospital. I have a good intention and take it back."

Zhang Kun was stunned, thought for a while, and then smiled and said, "The hospital does not allow the draw. You can still draw after work. It is not a valuable thing. It is not a bribe. It is just thank the doctor for your trouble these days."

As he said that, Zhang Kun walked back to his desk, gently put down the cigarette, and nodded thankfully to Dr. Xie, then turned around and left the office.

After leaving the office, Zhang Kun did not go to Pan Yong's ward, but came to the window on the side of the corridor.

Zhang Kun looked at the whistling wind outside the window and rustled the leaves and fell.

"Doctor Zhang, how is Pan Yong's illness?" Aunt Tan asked next to her again.

Zhang Kun sighed, then took out the Bluetooth headphones in his pocket and looked at Aunt Tan in the air, pursed her lips, and shook her head apologetically.

"Sorry, auntie, if the hospital's test results are not a problem, I have no choice but to have Pan Yong's disease. Judging from the CT results, the left glioblastoma in the cranial side has a high density of glioblastoma, which is already in the late stage and has a very serious deterioration. It is impossible to completely remove it even if the surgery is performed..."

Zhang Kun said a few words, then fell silent, looking at the aunt's face, which was also silent little by little.

"I'm sorry, aunt." Zhang Kun apologized in a low voice.

Because of his boastfulness, Aunt Tan felt hope again, but unfortunately, the end result turned into despair again.

This psychological blow will make people very painful.

Why.

Zhang Kun sighed in his heart.

Glioblastoma, the most common malignant tumor of the brain and central nervous system, is glioblastoma. Among all brain tumors, the probability of occurrence is 46%.

Moreover, the incidence rate of juvenile dysfunction is extremely high, accounting for 87%.

Originally, even if the brain tumor was treated in time and the living habits were maintained well, the 5- and 10-year survival rates were still 34.4% and 28.8%.

However, Pan Yong, I'm afraid he came to the hospital for examination until he couldn't bear the pain. It was already in the middle and late stages, and it spread too much and there was no room for treatment at all.

It can be said that life has truly entered the countdown.

Zhang Kun sighed softly, his mood slightly low.

As a doctor, watching patients suffer from illness but having no choice but to do anything is the biggest pain of a doctor.

As if he noticed Zhang Kun's emotions, Aunt Tan's face squeezed a smile: "It's okay, Dr. Zhang, I've been mentally prepared before, this is fate."

"Doctor Zhang, let's talk about how to find a way to find Pan Yong's father and let him meet his father at the end before he dies."

Zhang Kun looked at Aunt Tan, then nodded silently.

Aunt Tan began to tell the story of her son.
Chapter completed!