Chapter 86 Stomach Cancer Examination
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Rainy day.
Outside the transparent hospital corridor windows, dark clouds rolled in.
"Next, Cheng Jia," the nurse called out, holding out the documents. "Is she here yet?"
Lin Baiyue replied blankly, "Coming."
He was trying to find the right words to comfort or encourage Cheng Jia.
He saw the person beside him stand up without needing to be persuaded.
He walked into the department on his own.
"It's okay, it's okay." Lin Baiyue walked behind Cheng Jia, the car keys in his palm were soaked with cold sweat, but the person in front of him stopped trembling and stiffened his neck as he went in.
The corner of the corridor behind them.
A dozen bodyguards peeked out, exchanged glances, and then the leader took out his phone to report to his boss.
"......"
The doctor, who was nearly fifty years old, sat at the examination table.
"Do you usually feel any abnormalities in your body? I see you registered for stomach cancer. You're so young, you must not be paying attention to your diet."
Lin Baiyue stood nervously to the side, listening.
Cheng Jia replied with a blank face, "Abnormal? I don't know. My stomach hurts."
"Do you experience frequent abdominal pain, bloating, nausea, vomiting, or hematemesis?" the doctor asked gently, thinking to himself, "Such a young man, sigh."
Cheng Jia hesitated for a few seconds: "No, I didn't vomit blood. I vomit when I drink too much, and I also vomit when I hit my stomach during a fight. I have abdominal pain and bloating..."
He's not sure about that; he can't remember.
I've been experiencing bloating quite often lately.
But that was done by someone.
"Your complexion is quite fair, so it's probably not serious," the doctor said, examining Cheng Jia's face. Cancer patients usually have a sallow complexion and are thin and weak. "Let's do a gastroscopy first, find the cancerous tissue, cut some out, and check its nature."
"Oh, okay." Cheng Jia didn't understand, so she just nodded.
This hospital is the best public hospital in Jingang.
Both doctors and medical devices have national certifications.
The doctor ordered several tests, including X-ray, ultrasound, CT scan, and blood tests, and told Cheng Jia to go and get them done first, and then they would talk to him after they saw the stomach cancer tissue.
He comforted the young man: "Don't be too nervous. Come see me when you get the test results, and we'll discuss the treatment plan. Go ahead, have dinner after you've finished the tests."
"Okay." Cheng Jia nodded again.
Knowing that the test required fasting, he didn't eat breakfast.
Lin Baiyue, carrying all the test results, accompanied Cheng Jia out of the oncology department, wandering around the hospital's various departments, looking for a place to sit.
I was so focused on the examination that I didn't have much to say.
We completed all the inspection items in one go.
While performing the ultrasound endoscopy, the doctor looked at Cheng Jia's stomach and chatted with the nurse next to him, talking about where to go for hot pot after get off work.
Cheng Jia, with tears welling up in her eyes, almost blurted out a curse!
I feel these doctors are unprofessional; he's a cancer patient undergoing a gastroscopy.
The doctors and nurses were even laughing and discussing where to eat tripe.
The doctor also asked him, "Handsome, have you ever eaten at the East City restaurant? I heard that the chili peppers there have made many people cry."
"Doctor, I have stomach cancer, so I probably can't eat hot pot." Cheng Jia couldn't help but retort. Did he really want to eat hot pot?
"?" The doctor who performed the examination looked at his pink and normal stomach wall.
"Who told you you have stomach cancer? Okay, next one."
The doctor crossed out the line about collecting cancer cells with a pen.
There is no such project.
No cancer cells were found.
"......"
Are cancer cells hidden very deep?
Cheng Jia didn't understand and walked out of the endoscopy room with mixed feelings.
The inspection report won't be available until 3 p.m.
At 1:30, the two of them, smelling strongly of disinfectant, sat in a coffee shop next to the hospital.
There was coffee in front of Lin Baiyue, and hot milk in front of Cheng Jia.
There are also some cookies, snacks, and sandwiches.
But after being exposed to the disinfectant for a whole morning, I lost my appetite.
The private room was quiet, and it was still raining outside.
Lin Baiyue glanced at the two black SUVs parked downstairs, which were the cars belonging to President Shi's bodyguards. He said, "I guess President Shi already knows you're in the oncology department. Are you not planning to keep it a secret anymore?"
"Yes, let him know." Cheng Jia didn't hide it.
These days of spending time together and being affectionate.
That's enough. Cheng Jia will accept whatever the outcome may be.
Shi Qingci would leave if he dared to hesitate even for a moment.
He did not ask the other party to pay for his medical treatment.
Cheng Jia had already thought it all out.
The person sitting opposite her kept fidgeting with their fingers, clearly so nervous they were restless. Lin Baiyue sighed with regret and distress, but then slowly frowned and asked in puzzlement, "Did they collect blood just now?"
"Yes." Cheng Jia nodded.
Lin Baiyue searched on her phone—
Can stomach cancer be detected through blood tests?
He remembered that the last time he helped Cheng Jia, he drugged her and collected her blood.
If cancer can be detected in blood...
Oh, no.
Stomach cancer cannot be detected through blood tests!
This search result made Lin Baiyue swallow the result of 'President Shi secretly helped you with a blood test'.
I shouldn't cause trouble for Cheng Jia at a time like this.
“...Shi Qingci and I,” Cheng Jia said, holding a glass of milk, her eyelashes fluttering, “He said he wanted to have a home with me, he was serious, and so was I.”
Lin Baiyue was speechless, as if she suddenly understood something.
No wonder, ever since Mr. Shi arrived in Jingang.
Cheng Jia is like a completely different person.
It's not that I forced myself to be good-tempered; I always obeyed that person's every word and let them do whatever they wanted, yet I always maintained a stance of refusal.
Does Cheng Jia like President Shi?
Because of health reasons, Cheng Jia dared not.
“If, if,” Cheng Jia said twice, pursing her lips, “...then forget it, I’ll just continue living like before.”
Lin Baiyue could hear the fear and timidity in Cheng Jia's voice.
Cheng Jia wasn't as carefree as she claimed.
He couldn't bear to part with the Qing porcelain.
Not knowing how to comfort Cheng Jia, Lin Baiyue could only repeatedly say, "It will be alright. Medical technology is very advanced now, and Mr. Shi has money. He can be cured."
It all depends on whether that person is willing to give it to Cheng Jiazhi.
But Lin Baiyue was almost certain that he would be willing to treat her.
"He casually gave me over four million to release an album so you could eat properly. It's impossible that he wouldn't care about your millions in medical expenses. Mr. Shi is not short of money. Brother Jia, you are too afraid to accept it."
I dare not accept Qing Dynasty porcelain.
Whether it's money or people.
Liking someone can make you feel inferior.
Cheng Jia's family background was worlds apart from Shi Qingci's.
He didn't dare to take it from beginning to end.
If Cheng Jia and Shi Qingci were on equal footing, then five years ago he would have dared to say that he was genuinely attracted to Shi Qingci and wanted to have a real relationship with her.
Instead of one person fleeing Xining.
"Lin Baiyue, I'm so annoyed." Cheng Jia grabbed two tissues and covered her face, feeling her heart pounding so hard she could hardly breathe. The two hours she spent waiting for the test results felt like an eternity.
I'm even more afraid my phone will ring.
because--
Shi Qingci already knew this.
"......"
"......"
A helicopter after reporting its flight route in the UK.
Fly directly back to China!
Wearing thin-soled leather shoes and a black trench coat, the man gripped the safety handle on the top of the plane with one hand as he stepped off. The moment his soles touched the rooftop of the hospital, it was only 3:30 PM.
The dozen or so bodyguards on the platform looked up and waited, their eyes glazed over by the strong winds from the propellers.
"Mr. Shi."
Shi Qingci's face was ashen and cold, and he squeezed out two words through his teeth: "Where is he?"
"Mr. Cheng is still in the hospital! In the corridor of the oncology department!" The lead bodyguard hurriedly reported Cheng Jia's location, breaking out in a cold sweat.
It was enough to get Mr. Shi to put aside his official business and fly directly back from England.
The one who got cancer...
He is no ordinary person.
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