Mr. Song's expression changed drastically: "Dr. Ye, you...you can't cure this either?"
Song Li's face turned ashen.
Grandpa Song remained composed, though a hint of disappointment was clearly visible on his face.
It still doesn't work!
Is this truly my fate?
Seeing their misunderstanding, Ye Weiwei explained, "I mean, given the old man's current condition, it's best if he doesn't go out."
Although she hadn't started treating him yet, just by looking at him, she had a general understanding of Mr. Song's condition.
Old Master Song smiled wryly and said, "I just wanted to show my sincerity."
Ye Weiwei sighed helplessly; this old man was really going all out.
“Since you know my father, there’s no need for this. As long as we follow the proper procedures, I will save you if I can. After all, who wouldn’t want to forge a good relationship with the renowned Song family?”
Grandpa Song laughed: "You're a very interesting girl."
She's straightforward and unpretentious; it's hard not to like her.
Those people at the Qin family's old residence are truly as blind and ignorant as ever.
Mr. Song, however, was too anxious to exchange pleasantries and asked, "Dr. Ye, can you treat my father's illness?"
Song Li pleaded, "Sister-in-law, you have to save my grandfather!"
Old Master Song glared at his son and grandson with annoyance.
Ye Weiwei said tactfully, "Whether I can save him or not, I need to take his pulse first."
Old Master Song said, "That's how it should be."
He reached out and placed his hand on the sofa armrest. "Thank you for your trouble."
Ye Weiwei nodded, placed her fingers on Old Master Song's wrist, and carefully took his pulse. As she took the pulse, her brows furrowed.
The Song father and son both stared intently at her face, not missing a single change in her expression. When they saw her frown, their hearts sank.
Old Master Song, on the other hand, was more open-minded. "You all knew what was going on with my illness before, so why are you acting like this!"
Song's father and Song Li then restrained themselves a little, but they still stared at Ye Weiwei without blinking.
After taking your pulse, Ye Weiwei thought for a moment and said, "The tumor in your brain is gradually worsening. If you don't get treatment soon, you can only hold on for about six months. After that, even if you have surgery, it will be too late to save you."
Grandpa Song nodded: "That's true."
The diagnosis was exactly the same as that from Kyoto Hospital.
Kyoto Hospital reached its conclusion based on instruments, while Ye Weiwei only took her pulse and came to the same conclusion.
Ye Weiwei continued, "Given your current age and physical condition, if you undergo brain surgery, you might not survive the operation. Dr. Lu Ze from Kyoto Hospital should have already examined you, right? What are the chances of him succeeding in the surgery?"
Old Master Song sighed: "Less than 10%."
Ye Weiwei nodded knowingly; it was about what she had estimated.
Lu Ze is currently the top neurosurgeon in China. If even he says so, then Old Master Song's condition is indeed very difficult to handle.
Mr. Song interjected, "Dr. Ye, if you were to perform the surgery, what would the success rate be?"
Ye Weiwei thought for a moment and said, "Let's make it fifty-fifty."
"Fifty-fifty..." Both Song's father and Song Li showed excitement, and even Old Master Song showed a hint of surprise.
A 50% chance is already quite high.
However, Ye Weiwei's next words poured cold water on them, making them calm down.
"However, I do not recommend surgery."
"Why?" Song Li asked, puzzled.
Everyone else also looked at Ye Weiwei.
Ye Weiwei said, "Just like I said before, Old Song's age and physical condition are no longer suitable for surgery. Even if the surgery is successful, with careful recuperation every day, he can only live for three more years at most. Moreover, there is no guarantee that it will not cause complications. It is very likely that he will survive, but he will be paralyzed in bed, and even his mind will be affected, with less and less time when he is awake."
"What?! How could this happen?" Mr. Song was shocked. "But Dr. Lu never mentioned this."
After he finished speaking, he realized he had gotten too emotional and quickly explained, "It's not that I don't believe you, Dr. Ye, it's just, it's just..."
Ye Weiwei: "I understand how you feel right now, but these are all risks associated with the surgery."
Mr. Song's heart sank to the ground.
Grandpa Song looked at Ye Weiwei and asked, "If we don't have craniotomy, do you have any other treatment options?"
Ye Weiwei said, "If you trust me, I can treat you with acupuncture, combined with Chinese medicine. However, this treatment process may take a long time, and you must strictly cooperate with my treatment during this period."
Before Old Master Song could even agree, Song's father and Song Li eagerly rushed to agree, "We agree! We will definitely cooperate with your treatment!"
Mr. Song glanced helplessly at his son and grandson, then looked at Ye Weiwei: "I have no prejudice against traditional Chinese medicine. In my opinion, whether it is traditional Chinese medicine or Western medicine, they are just treatment methods. As long as they can cure diseases and save lives, good results are acceptable."
Mr. Song quickly added, "That's right! The things our ancestors passed down for thousands of years have stood the test of time and are not necessarily inferior to Western medicine."
Song Li said, "As long as it can cure Grandpa's illness, I don't care about traditional Chinese medicine or Western medicine. I'll even go to pray to gods and Buddhas."
Ye Weiwei glanced at Song Li.
Young man, your thinking is dangerous!
What kind of era is this? You still dare to pray to gods and Buddhas!
However, this guy is genuinely worried about his grandfather.
Grandpa Song didn't care about what his son and grandson said. After all, they weren't at someone else's house. He looked at Ye Weiwei and smiled, "Then I'll leave it to you."
Ye Weiwei nodded, "Since you're already here, let's try acupuncture first. However, given your current condition, acupuncture will be a bit painful."
Grandpa Song laughed and said, "It's just a little pain, my old bones can still take it."
There's no illness that doesn't hurt.
He's not a three-year-old child who can't even bear a little pain!
However, Mr. Song was soon proven wrong.
This isn't just a little pain, it's definitely a lot of pain!
It hurt so much, so much, so much!
Headaches are no ordinary kind of discomfort. Even though Grandpa Song prides himself on his good endurance, he still finds it unbearable, and every minute and every second is torture.
The kind of time that feels like an eternity!
The father and son, Song Li, who were watching Ye Weiwei administer the acupuncture, changed color upon seeing the pained expression on Old Master Song's face. They wanted Ye Weiwei to be gentler, but dared not disturb her, wishing they could suffer in place of Old Master Song.
After a series of acupuncture treatments, Grandpa Song was covered in sweat, as if he had been pulled out of the water. His complexion was also very poor, and he was listless and barely had the strength to speak.
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