Diary of the life of a working wizard

Yunling Provincial People's Hospital, Office of the Director of Neurology, Director Liu Wenxin looked at the brain images under the light on the wall, his brows furrowed and his expression solemn.

The son of the Provincial Party Committee Secretary, how should I speak about this matter?

Brain CT and magnetic resonance imaging were performed, and the test results all showed that Huang Changyu had a tumor in his skull.

Seeing Liu Wenwen frowning and looking solemn, Han Haiping, Huang Xiangyi and Huang Changyu who came in through the door couldn't help but feel their hearts sinking. Han Haiping was even more worried and nervous that her voice could not help but tremble: "Director Liu, what are the test results?"

"This..." Liu Wenwen looked at Huang Changyu with an embarrassed expression when he heard this. He didn't know if this matter could be said in front of Huang Changyu.

"Director Liu, this is my condition. I have the right to know. Just say it." Huang Changyu saw Liu Wenwen looking at him with a troubled expression. His heart suddenly beat violently and he subconsciously grabbed it hard. He touched his clothes and tried to look calmer without panicking.

Brain cancer, how many people can face it calmly, let alone Huang Changyu, who is only twenty-four years old this year and still has a lot of youth left.

"Director Liu, what Chang Yu said is right. He has the right to know. Just say it and we are mentally prepared." Huang Xiangyi is also a doctor. Although every year she witnesses many patients getting seriously ill and passing away, as time goes by, they gradually It has become routine, but today's matter involves her nephew. Although Huang Xiangyi repeatedly tried to appear calm when speaking, her voice could not help but tremble.

Brain cancer, as a chief cardiovascular doctor, she knows better than Huang Changyu and Han Haiping what this means.

The brain is the most complex part of the human body. Even if medicine is as advanced as it is today, the brain is still an extremely complex mystery to medicine. Open the head, no one is sure what the final result will be

Liu Wenwen did not answer, but turned his attention to Han Haiping.

She is Huang Changyu's mother and the wife of the Provincial Party Committee Secretary. Liu Wensheng must also ask and respect her opinions.

"Just talk about Director Liu." Han Haiping took a deep breath and said, but her fingers were already tightly clasped into her flesh.

Huang Changyu is her youngest son and her favorite son. She can't imagine what she should do if he gets brain cancer. Now she can only hope that the test result will be good from Liu Wenwen's mouth. Although this possibility seems to be very small now, she will not give up without hearing it from Liu Wenwen's mouth. There is always a bit of luck.

"After consultation and discussion by several experts, the examination results were initially determined to be glioblastoma multiforme." Seeing Han Haiping saying the same thing, Liu Wensen had no choice but to take a deep breath and said in a heavy voice.

Han Haiping couldn't understand polymorphic surnames or glioblastoma, but she could understand what the last word "tumor" meant. When she heard the word "tumor" pop out of Dr. Liu Wen's mouth, Han Haiping's whole body They couldn't help but tremble, and could no longer keep calm, saying: "Director Liu, are you sure you read it correctly? My son is still so young, how could he have a brain tumor?"

Han Haiping couldn't help but shed tears as she spoke.

Although Huang Changyu had already guessed from Liu Wenshen's expression that the result might not be very good, he was stunned when he heard the word "tumor".

It was difficult for him to accept that he actually had a brain tumor. He had heard about "tumor" and "cancer" before, and it always felt far away from him, but he never expected that he would become the master of this disease today.

"Liu, Director Liu, are you really diagnosed with glioblastoma multiforme?" Huang Xiangyi was also completely frightened by the diagnosis result from Dr. Liu Wenwen. Her face turned pale, but As a doctor, she did not worry about whether Huang Changhai had a brain tumor like Han Haiping. She knew that Huang Changyu was the son of the provincial party committee secretary, and the hospital would never dare to say that Huang Changyu had a brain tumor without verification in many aspects. Now Huang Xiangyi only pins her hope on the type of brain tumor, and the doctor made a misdiagnosis.

Huang Xiangyi is a doctor. She knows that glioblastoma multiforme, also known as malignant astrocytoma, is the most aggressive and poorly differentiated glioma. This tumor grows quickly and has a complex distribution. From onset to It usually only takes three to four months to see a doctor, and even if it is operated on, it cannot be cured at all. It is the most difficult to treat highly malignant tumor, and the postoperative survival period is only six months to one year.

"After consultation with many experts from our Department of Neurology, the possibility of glioblastoma multiforme is very high, so you must be mentally prepared." Liu Wenshu replied with a heavy expression.

"What does glioblastoma multiforme mean? Is this kind of tumor serious?" Han Haiping, who was in tears, heard the conversation between Huang Xiangyi and Liu Wenshu, and felt a stronger ominous feeling in her heart. She endured the pain in her heart. Fear, asked again with a trembling voice.

Upon hearing this, Liu Wenwen turned his attention to Huang Xiangyi for consultation. Seeing that Han Haiping was very emotional, he didn't know whether he should answer the question truthfully.

Huang Xiangyi did not give any hint to Chief Doctor Liu Wen. Instead, she hugged Han Haiping with tears in her eyes. Then she let go and walked to her nephew who was still trying to control herself and show manly courage and strength. She hugged him tightly and said: "Son, you have to be strong. I'll call your dad now."

"Aunt, I will do it." Huang Changyu clenched his fist tightly, but his heart had sunk into the bottomless abyss.

He knew his aunt's identity very well. She was a doctor. If this kind of tumor could be easily cured, she would definitely not show such a desperate expression.

Han Haiping's mood also sank to the bottomless abyss, but when she saw her son's strong look with clenched fists, although his heart felt like a knife cutting, he still held back his tears and showed a bit of calmness, walking over and holding on tightly. The son's hand comforted and said: "Son, everything will be fine. Your father will definitely find a way to arrange the best brain surgeon for you."

"Yes." Huang Changyu held his mother's cold and trembling hand, and finally couldn't help but shed tears.

He was worried about his body, and he was even more worried about how his mother would be able to live a strong life once he was gone.

Huang Xiangyi did not call her brother Huang Peihao after leaving the office.

"What's wrong with Xiangyi? I'm busy right now." After the phone was picked up, the voice of his elder brother Huang Peihao came from inside.

Hearing the voice of her elder brother Huang Peihao, Huang Xiangyi, who had just pretended to be strong, finally couldn't help but sob softly.

"Xiangyi, are you crying? What happened? Tell me quickly." Huang Peihao heard his sister's cry on the phone. As the secretary of the provincial party committee of a province, he is wearing the clothes of tens of millions of people. Living a stable life, I was also panicked for a moment, and a thick and ominous premonition hit my heart.

"Changyu, Changyu has a brain tumor. You'd better come to the Provincial People's Hospital now." Huang Xiangyi wiped her tears and said in a crying voice.

"What? Okay, I'll rush over right away. Don't worry, it'll be fine." Huang Peihao was so shocked when he heard this that he almost couldn't hold the phone steady, but soon he forced himself to calm down and comforted him, but two lines of old tears fell from his eyes. I couldn't help but flowed down quietly.

His sister was a doctor and could make her so panicked that she cried. How could Huang Peihao not know that his son might not be able to survive this disaster?

When Huang Peihao rushed to the hospital, Huang Xiangyi and three others were still in the director's office.

When she saw her husband coming, it was Han Haiping who couldn't help but cry first. She immediately threw herself into her husband's arms and started crying. Under her questioning just now, Dr. Liu Wenwen had already explained exactly what glioblastoma multiforme is and how serious this disease is.

In other words, Huang Changyu has basically been sentenced to death. Now all that is left is whether to treat or not to treat, and how long he can live.

Huang Peihao silently patted his wife's shoulder, then let go of her shoulder, walked to his son, patted his shoulder heavily, and said: "Child"

"Dad, I'm fine." Huang Changyu said, holding back tears as he looked at his father's face, which seemed to have suddenly become much older.

"It'll be fine." Huang Peihao patted his son's shoulder heavily again, and then looked at Chief Doctor Liu Wenwen and said, "Dr. Liu, please tell me about Huang Changyu's condition."

"Okay, Secretary Huang." Liu Wenwen hurriedly straightened his back and said bitterly.

As the director of the Department of Neurology at the Provincial People's Hospital, Liu Wenshi is not only passionate about medicine, he is also passionate about money and career prospects. In the past, he would naturally be eager to have the opportunity to talk to Secretary Huang face to face. It would be best to leave a good impression on him, so that one day he might become the vice president or even the president of the hospital. But today is really not a suitable day. Who would leave a good impression on a doctor who sentenced his son to death?

Maybe in this life, Secretary Huang doesn’t want to see Liu Wen again.

After listening to Liu Wenshen's words, Huang Peihao sat on his chair and said nothing for a long time. After a while, he said, "Director Liu, do you have a cigarette?"

For health reasons, Huang Peihao has quit smoking for many years, but today he suddenly wanted to smoke one.

"Yes, yes." Director Liu hurriedly took out a piece of soft Chinese that he didn't know who gave it to him from the drawer, took out a pack from it, and hurriedly took out another piece from the inside and handed it to Huang Peihao, and then helped him light the cigarette. .

Huang Peihao smoked silently until the fireworks burned his hands, and then he came back to his senses like a person who had lost his soul.

"Dr. Liu, can you use your office for a while? I want to talk to my family alone for a few words." Huang Peihao said after coming back to his senses.

"Okay, I'm next door. If anything happens, Secretary Huang just call me." Liu Wenwen hurriedly got up and left the office, closing the door gently when he went out.

"Child, sometimes whether you like it or not, you have to experience some things you don't want to experience. You have heard what Dr. Liu said, what are your plans? No matter what your plans are, we respect you." Huang Peihao said seriously. He said with a hint of indescribable grief in his voice.

"I want to ask Teacher Xia to help me take a look." Huang Changyu looked at his father and said with difficulty after a long time.

Although the hope is slim, Teacher Xia is now Huang Changyu's only hope.