All of these were technical terms, and Fang Tong couldn't understand them even after looking at them for a long time: "I don't really understand them," she said truthfully.
"It is a blood disease."
Fang Tong was startled, and her expression changed: "Can it be cured?"
Chen Ci sat down on the chair next to her: "My research abroad is also about this disease, so I have corresponding treatment plans."
He paused for a moment: "But the subsequent treatment process will take at least three months, and his body will go through a process of decline and recovery. I hope you are mentally prepared."
Fang Tong had already tried her best to control her emotions, after all, the word "show weakness" did not exist in her dictionary.
She sniffed, held back her tears, stood up, and bowed: "Thank you, Dr. Chen."
Chen Ci raised his hand to help her up: "You don't need to be so polite with me."
Fang Tong looked up and her gaze met his deep eyes, where she glimpsed a faint trace of worry.
Then her heart skipped a beat, and as she lost her rhythm, she began to panic.
That feeling was very complicated.
Fang Tong hurriedly looked away again and continued to look through the pile of documents on the table. Chen Ci did not stop her and leaned against the table to look at them with her.
Soon, doctors began to come in one after another. Dr. Lin came over to talk to Chen Ci, and Fang Tong found an inconspicuous spot to sit down.
The case analysis meeting will begin at 10:00 AM, with Chen Ci as the main speaker.
During this time, various medical staff raised their questions, which Chen Ci answered.
Looking at the scene before him, Fang Tong suddenly had another image pop into his mind.
In the antique-style room, a man dressed in ancient costume spoke eloquently about the illness.
When the two scenes in his mind merged together, Fang Tong suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head.
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