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Zhaicheng Central Hospital, in the lobby.

Although there are many patients and overcrowded at this time, under the maintenance of robots such as Xiaoli, the order is still orderly and orderly, and the whole hall seems very quiet.

But, suddenly, this calm was broken.

Zhang Di hurried in from the hall with the spider and the wild wolf.

The patients waiting in the hall recognized Zhang Zhai one after another, and countless thoughts popped up in their minds, causing the crowd to become agitated for a moment.

"What is Di Shen coming to the hospital for? Are you still in such a hurry?"

"I don't know, could it be that Di Shen is sick?"

"I don't think so."

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"Sorry, please stop making loud noises, doctors and patients need to be quiet." The robot Xiaoli detected that the decibels of the noise were too high, and began to remind the patients and their families.

The hall became quiet again, but many were still discussing in low voices, or were staring at the direction Zhang Zhai left, trying to find out.

Zhang Zhai crossed the hospital lobby and walked straight towards the elevator.

In the elevator, after Zhang Zhai pressed the button leading to the top floor, he kept silent.

Although the spider and the wild wolf didn't know what happened, they still felt the extremely depressing atmosphere.

Zhang Zhai's face sank like water, and his eyebrows were tightly knit together.

"Father, I woke you up just now because of this matter.

This morning, Dabai Health Assistant, who belongs to your parents, found a malignant tumor in the bronchial epithelial cells during a routine health check.

According to the Humane Confidentiality Regulations, Dabai did not inform the person concerned, but chose to notify his relatives and uploaded the news. "

Zhang Zhai glanced at the words displayed on the holographic screen of A1, but the expression on his face did not change.

Zhang Zhai already knew what A1 said, repeating it now just made him feel worse.

Zhang Di stared at the constantly beating floor numbers in the elevator.

The elevator went up quickly, and it was about to reach the designated floor.

Zhang Zhai stood where he was, took deep breaths repeatedly, and adjusted his expression to the mirror in the elevator.

Zhang Zhai's heart was in a mess, and this sudden incident was like a bolt from the blue to him.

No matter how great his achievements are and how respected his status is, his father is still like a pillar in the depths of his subconscious mind. How could his father fall down?

Now he is like a bird that has lost its wings, suddenly falling from a high altitude into the abyss, and his whole soul seems to be in a state of weightlessness.

However, even if he was upset, he still couldn't show it on his face.

If he was in a mess, wouldn't his mother feel even more helpless.

Therefore, he cannot mess up.

Hmm... That's it, a little worried but not flustered. A bit apprehensive but still calm.

Looking at the adjusted expression on his face, Zhang Zhai took another deep breath.

"Ding!"

The elevator reached the top floor, and the elevator doors opened slowly.

Zhang Zhai turned around, stepped on the ground step by step, and walked out of the elevator.

As soon as he got out of the elevator, he saw a figure on the stool in the elevator waiting area.

The figure looked a little weak at this time, although her figure didn't change much, she looked really helpless at that time.

"Mom..." Zhang Zhai shouted, only to realize that his voice was a little hoarse, so he quickly swallowed to adjust.

Mother Zhang heard the sound and looked at Zhang Zhai. The tears that were suffocating in her eyes almost welled up at that moment, but she held back.

"Mom... Dad, how is he doing now?" Zhang Zhai asked as calmly as possible.

"The doctor is working with Dabai to conduct a detailed examination on your father to confirm the diagnosis."

"As for your father...he doesn't know the situation yet, I just asked him to do a full body check." Mother Zhang said.

Zhang Zhai looked at his mother, and said in a slightly relaxed tone: "Mom, you don't have to worry so much. Even if you are diagnosed with early lung cancer, it can be cured through surgery and it will not affect your life. At most, my father was killed. If you are guilty, you may be stabbed."

When Mother Zhang heard what Zhang Zhai said, she nodded with a slightly relaxed expression on her face.

Zhang Zhai sat down with his mother, outside the ward, quietly waiting for the result.

Three minutes later, before the consultation between the doctor and Dabai was over, Zhang Zhai had already received a call from the No. 1 elder.

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"Xiao Zhai, I've already learned about your father's affairs. You have to relax. Now that medicine is so advanced, the probability of curing early cancer is still very high."

"Well, I know." Zhang Zhai nodded, not interested in talking much.

"Xiao Zhai, I have entrusted two Xinglin national players, as well as Western medicine experts in lung cancer, to take an anti-gravity car to your place, and we will arrive in about half an hour. I hope it will help your father's condition."

"Thank you elder."

"Xiao Zhai, you still have to pay attention to your body, don't exhaust yourself too." Looking at Zhang Zhai's bloodshot eyes and pale face, the elder couldn't help exhorting again.

Zhang Di didn't say anything, just nodded.

...

Ten minutes later, the three doctors and Dabai walked out of the ward.

Dabai stood in front of Zhang Zhai and said, "Mr. Zhang, according to our detailed examination, your father was diagnosed with stage 1 lung cancer."

Zhang Zhai's heart sank when he heard this, but his face didn't change much.

Zhang Zhai nodded, and then looked at the Dabai robot.

I felt a little inexplicable in my heart: I didn't expect to add the ability to detect early cancer to Dabai, and it would be used on my father in the end.

It is a blessing in misfortune to be able to detect lung cancer at an early stage.

"What treatment measures should be taken now?" Zhang Zhai asked in a deep voice.

This time, it was a doctor who came forward and answered Zhang Zhai's question: "Mr. Zhang, because the patient is currently in the first stage, that is, the early stage, immediate surgical treatment still has a high probability of being cured."

"What is the probability of being cured?" Mother Zhang asked beside him.

"The five-year survival rate of early lung cancer is usually 60% to 80%."

"Five years? The probability of surviving five years is only 60%?" Zhang's mother panicked for a while.

"Mom, the doctor didn't mean that." Zhang Zhai supported his mother.

The doctor quickly explained: "Ms. Zhuang, the so-called five-year survival rate refers to the probability of recovery.

Because cancer is particularly prone to relapse, five years is generally used as the limit. If there is no recurrence within five years, it proves that it has been cured. "

Mother Zhang breathed a sigh of relief when she heard the words, but she frowned again and asked in the next second, "Is the 60% chance of recovery too low?"

"Ms. Zhuang, I'm sorry, whether the patient's cancer will recur is affected by many factors, and it is often out of our control." The doctor said helplessly.

Hearing this, Zhang Zhai frowned.

If he is a bystander, he will definitely feel that the probability is not low, after all, it is more than 50%.

But this is his father, what he saw was not the probability of success, but the probability of failure as high as 1/3.

However, Zhang Zhai still asked: "If surgery is required, when is it more appropriate?"

"The sooner the better, the sooner the cure rate will be higher. We recommend that you start preparations now, and then start the formal surgery tomorrow afternoon," the doctor said.

Zhang Zhai looked at the three doctors, was silent for a moment, but finally nodded.

"Okay, get ready...the operation will start tomorrow afternoon!"

...

"Crack..."

Zhang Zhai pushed open the door of the ward and walked in.

"Da da……"

Father Zhang was leaning on the hospital bed at the moment, frowning, not knowing what he was thinking about.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, he turned his head and looked over.

"Why are you here, you little bastard? Don't do your research anymore?" Father Zhang looked at Zhang Zhai and joked with a smile.

Zhang Zhai looked at Father Zhang, but said nothing.

There was an eerie silence in the ward.

In the early stage of lung cancer, there are basically no special symptoms, so Zhang's father's mental outlook at this time is no different from usual.

But if it continues... Father Zhang will become weaker and weaker.

Father Zhang glanced at Zhang Zhai, with a calm expression, and said lightly, "Xiao Zhai, tell me, am I going to die, old man?"

"Your father and I are not fools. We stayed in the company well, but your mother suddenly asked me to come to the hospital and asked me to do a physical examination."

"In this case, in a TV series, basically this person will receive a box lunch."

"Tell me, is it stomach cancer or esophageal cancer?"

Father Zhang asked casually.

Zhang Zhai stared at Father Zhang, with a little smile on his face: "Dad, why are you thinking so much about your digestive system?"

"Starving to death is the worst way to die." Father Zhang raised his head and sighed.

"It's lung cancer." Zhang Di struggled to utter these words.

Father Zhang was stunned.

Then, he cursed: "I don't smoke or drink, but I got lung cancer, this luck..."

Afterwards, Father Zhang turned his head to look at Zhang Zhai: "Is it the late stage?"

Zhang Di shook his head.

"Is it the middle term?"

Zhang Zhai shook his head again, "It's early days."

Father Zhang was stunned again,

Next second!

Zhang's father directly threw the pillow on his neck towards Zhang Zhai.

"Made! Brat, you bastard! An early lung cancer, and it can't kill anyone. You almost scared me to death!"

Zhang Zhai dodged, dodging the pillow, and a smile appeared on his face.

...

Twenty minutes later, Zhang Di walked out of the ward.

There is a faint smile on the corner of the mouth, and the eyes are extremely firm.

"In my eyes, there has never been a 60% thing, and there is only a 100%!"

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"I, Zhang Zhai, will never resign myself to fate, let alone pin all my hopes on others!"

"It was before, it is now, and it will be the same in the future!"