Zhuang Lingfeng drove to the nearest hospital, Jiangzhou People's Hospital. On the way, he called the director and asked them to arrange for him to be examined immediately.
After all, he was also the president of Jiangsu University of Science and Technology, and the hospital was selling him this reputation. When he arrived at the hospital, he was examined immediately.
The results came out soon.
"Principal Zhuang, there is really a tumor in your brain. And it's not small anymore." After receiving a call from Zhuang Lingfeng, the dean personally arranged for Dr. Tong, a brain specialist hired from abroad, to examine him.
Looking at the examination results, Dr. Tong frowned tightly.
"What? Is there really a tumor in my brain?" Zhuang Lingfeng looked at the pictures and was completely confused.
After a moment, he said with trembling hands and feet: "Dr. Tong...Doctor Tong, will this tumor of mine pose a threat to my life? What are the risks if it is removed through surgery?"
After studying for a while, Dr. Tong said with a grimace: "Principal Zhuang, your tumor has begun to compress your nerves. It must be removed as soon as possible. Otherwise, you can only last for one year at most."
"Fortunately, you found it in time. If you do the surgery now, I am 30% sure, and the top experts in China should have a 50% success rate. If you go abroad, find the top experts
The doctor can perform this operation with a success rate of 60%. If it is discovered a month later, even the top foreign doctors will not be even 10% sure."
Zhuang Lingfeng said with a pale face: "Even if we go abroad and find the top doctors, there is only a 60% success rate? In other words, there is a high possibility of failure?"
"Yes, and even if the operation is successful, there is no telling what sequelae there will be in the future. Principal Zhuang, you also study medicine, so you should know how difficult it is to perform surgery on the brain."
"If Western medicine can't help, then, Dr. Tong, what do you think of Chinese medicine?" Zhuang Lingfeng suddenly thought of Gu Hong and Yin Dajing.
Doctor Tong shook his head: "Chinese medicine? With all due respect, Chinese medicine is just pretending to be a ghost. They are not good at treating diseases."
Zhuang Lingfeng raised his head and looked at Dr. Tong, "But my tumor can be seen by a traditional Chinese medicine doctor with the naked eye."
"What? How is this possible? Can you tell that you have a tumor with the naked eye? This is absolutely impossible...a fantasy, a fantasy..." Dr. Tong doesn't believe that someone's naked eyes can be more accurate than instruments.
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"But, this is the fact."
Zhuang Lingfeng felt a glimmer of hope in his despair. He drove to "Ziyunxuan" without looking back.
But it only lasted twenty minutes.
"Yin... Doctor Yin, I beg you, please save me..." After opening the door, there was a pop, and Zhuang Lingfeng knelt in front of Yin Dajing.
"Xiaozhuang, what happened to you...you...could it...not be possible?" Chen Ping's expression became a little unnatural. Like Zhuang Lingfeng, she actually didn't believe in Yin Dajing.
But the contrast between Zhuang Lingfeng's performance before and after was too great.
"Professor Chen, I just went to the hospital for a checkup, and there is really a tumor in my brain. The doctor said that if he wants to remove the tumor in my brain, the success rate of surgery in China is only 40% at most.
Even if you go abroad and find the top doctors to perform surgery, it will only be 60%."
"Doctor Yin, I don't want to die yet, I beg you to save me. I was rude just now, it was my fault, I beg you..."
As he talked, Zhuang Lingfeng became a little incoherent, his nose burst into tears, and he was extremely miserable.
Chen Ping opened her mouth wide and looked at Yin Dajing in horror. Is this young uncle really so powerful that he can see a tumor with the naked eye?
Is he really more powerful than Uncle Gu Hong?
"Senior brother, is there anything you can do about the tumor in your brain?" Yin Dajing did not directly agree to Zhuang Lingfeng, but turned to ask Gu Hong.
Gu Hong shook his head and said: "If you prescribe medicine, it can only relieve the disease, but it is not very useful. And the speed of relief is probably not as fast as the speed of spread. If you want to get rid of the tumor, you can only use acupuncture, but I don't
There is no certainty..."
Zhuang Lingfeng's face showed a tragic look, and his heart suddenly dropped.
Even Senior Gu Hong can't help it, so wouldn't I...
Is it really the only way to go abroad?
However, once he goes abroad to seek medical treatment from top doctors, it will not be a matter of a day or two. I am afraid that he will have to step down as the president of Jiangsu University of Science and Technology.
At the same time, it is impossible for him to achieve higher achievements in his life.
He is a carrot and a pit in the country. Even if he recovers and returns, he will no longer have his place.
Yin Dajing thought for a while and said slowly: "Principal Zhuang, I can treat your tumor, but with my power, it may take three treatments to completely remove your tumor."
"What? Completely clear it?" Zhuang Lingfeng was a little stunned, and even suspected that he heard it wrong.
Gu Hong, on the other hand, showed an incredulous look: "Junior brother, can you really remove the tumor from Xiaozhuang's brain?"
"Yes, but it consumes a lot of my skills. Therefore, I have to do it three times to clear it. If I have my senior brother's skills, one time is enough."
In fact, the tumor in Zhuang Lingfeng's brain is not big, but its location makes it difficult to operate. If Western medicine is used, a craniotomy is required, and the operation is very risky.
"Really? Doctor Yin, thank you, thank you so much..." Zhuang Lingfeng had a glimmer of hope, but at this moment he was still very uneasy. After all, everything is still unknown until there is a cure.
Zhuang Lingfeng also wanted Yin Dajing to treat him now, but considering that everyone had just sat down and hadn't eaten yet, this was a bit inappropriate.
But Yin Dajing also said: "Dean Zhuang, without further ado, after we finish eating, we will go to Professor Fang's house or the hospital, and I will give you acupuncture."
"Okay, okay, thank you very much..." Zhuang Lingfeng was very grateful. He had only been the principal for a few years, and he still wanted to show off his talents.
If it weren't for Yin Dajing, he wouldn't even know that he had a tumor in his brain. If he had to wait until he discovered it naturally, he might not be able to save his life.
"Dad, Mom, Uncle Master..." Not long after, a middle-aged couple walked up. The man had a Chinese character and an upright look on his face. He looked very similar to Fang Tianze.
The woman was about thirty-seven or eighteen years old, wearing a pair of black glasses and professional attire, and was very capable.
Fang Tianze immediately stood up and said: "Qiming, Wan'er, come on, let me introduce you to me. This is my junior uncle, your junior senior uncle..."
"What?" Fang Qiming and Tang Wan'er frowned almost at the same time. One of them is the number one leader of Jiangzhou City, and the other is the head of education. Now they want to call a young man who is so much younger than themselves, uncle?
The two of them looked at each other, feeling like they had something stuck in their throats.