Chapter 148: Chapter 122: What the Hell Did You Say!?

Jianghan City People’s Hospital.

Breast Surgery Department.

“How’s the patient in bed three doing lately?”

“No changes.”

“And bed seven?”

“Just had surgery yesterday, everything is normal, but the patient reports nausea and vomiting.”

“Right, has the young girl in room nine, bed two come back?”

“Room nine? Let me check… Xu Yuanyuan, she seems to have been gone for seven days now.”

“Seven days?”

Song Zhao frowned.

He initially thought this patient would be gone for two or three days, then return to the hospital to see him.

It’s been a week, and there’s been no sign of the patient, leaving Song Zhao to contemplate.

Could it be… they don’t want treatment anymore?

Not wanting treatment should at least come with an explanation, right? They haven’t even completed discharge paperwork yet.

“Call the family; if they don’t want to come to the hospital for treatment, they should complete the discharge procedures,” Song Zhao instructed.

“I’ll call them right away,” the doctor said.

However, before the doctor could take out the phone, Song Zhao, who had just stepped into the corridor, saw two familiar figures.

Xu Yuanyuan and her husband.

The reason he remembered this young woman was simple: she was the youngest breast cancer patient the hospital had seen in years.

“Dr. Song.”

Peng Hui greeted Song Zhao immediately.

Song Zhao was somewhat displeased, “Why haven’t you been to the hospital? Don’t you know how your wife is doing?”

Peng Hui looked a bit excited, “Didn’t we see Dr. Lu last time? Recently, my wife has been recovering really well, and today Dr. Lu said we could come to the hospital for a check-up for peace of mind. We were just about to find you.”

Dr. Lu?

“Have you been seeing a traditional Chinese medicine doctor all week?” Song Zhao asked.

“Yeah,” Peng Hui replied.

“Did he say the recovery was good?” Song Zhao queried.

“No, it’s that my wife feels good, and the breast lump has also shrunk a lot,” Peng Hui explained.

Hmm?

Song Zhao squinted, “The breast lump has shrunk?”

Peng Hui laughed, “Yes, on the first day of treatment, it softened quite a bit, and Dr. Lu kept using acupuncture these past days. This morning, we could hardly feel it when we touched it. Dr. Lu said if we weren’t reassured, we should come to the hospital for a check.”

Song Zhao was well aware.

Breast cancer isn’t breast hyperplasia; a cancerous tumor won’t shrink or disappear on its own without treatment.

That is to say, there seems to be some efficacy from the traditional Chinese treatment.

But for the cancer to shrink in just seven days, Song Zhao couldn’t believe it.

“A full set of tests?” Song Zhao asked.

“Yes, if we’re going to test, let’s do it thoroughly,” Peng Hui said with a smile.

These days, Xu Yuanyuan’s entire demeanor had changed; she looked healthier and more vibrant, even her skin had a healthier glow.

At first, Peng Hui didn’t believe in Lu Jiu, but after a week, Xu Yuanyuan’s condition didn’t lie.

So, coming for a check-up didn’t bother Peng Hui with the cost.

Not a hint of reluctance.

“Alright, I’ll take you,” Song Zhao said.

Originally, this wasn’t Song Zhao’s responsibility, but he didn’t want to do anything else; he just wanted to know Xu Yuanyuan’s test results.

Whether he believed it or not was no longer important; once the results were out, everything would be clear.

Then, Song Zhao led the two of them through various parts of the hospital, and finishing the tests took over three hours, even with the chief’s go-ahead to skip the long queues.

After the tests, it was just a matter of waiting for the results to come out.

This waiting time was quite long, after all, the hospital wasn’t just testing them; other patients were also waiting for their results.

Especially for the biopsy, the preliminary report takes a full working day to be obtained, and the subsequent immunohistochemistry results and FISH testing require three to five days.

Previously, Xu Yuanyuan had only undergone a preliminary biopsy, and due to insufficient HE staining samples, it was impossible to determine whether the tumor lump was benign or malignant, leading to further testing and an eventual diagnosis of breast cancer.

“Dr. Song, the results are out.”

“The physical examination shows the mass is four times smaller, no obvious calcification was found in the breast ultrasound, and the biopsy report also shows insufficient HE stained samples, making it impossible to confirm if it’s a malignant tumor. The follow-up tests’ results aren’t out today; I will work overtime today to get them done, aiming for results by tomorrow afternoon.”

“Thanks for the hard work; let’s have a meal together another day.”

“You’re welcome, I’ll get to work now.”

Song Zhao nodded, taking the report from the doctor’s hand.

He wasn’t surprised by those results; half a month ago, the same scenario occurred when Xu Yuanyuan had her test.

Clinically, it’s also impossible for breast cancer to undergo drastic changes within half a month in its early stages. However, the sentence “the mass is four times smaller” left Song Zhao unsettled.

Physical examination is just the most preliminary check for breast cancer; unless cancer cells within the mass are confirmed, it could still be benign and thus possibly shrink. But once cancer cells are confirmed, it’s undoubtedly malignant, and shrinkage isn’t feasible.

Now, the tests tell him the mass is four times smaller.

This is truly unbelievable!

Can traditional Chinese medicine really be this miraculous?

Can it even control cancer cells?

No, there are still pending test results; the mass reduction could be due to some special methods of traditional Chinese medicine, not necessarily that the cancer cells have been completely eradicated.

That’s it, definitely.

Song Zhao then looked at Peng Hui and Xu Yuanyuan, “Here, the report for you. You heard the results earlier: the mass has indeed shrunk, but the nature of the cancer cells will need confirmation after the follow-up tests. You can go home today, and I’ll phone you once the results are out tomorrow. I’ll also send the results to your phone like last time.”

“Though I don’t know what method that Dr. Lu is using to make your breast mass smaller, given it’s effective, you might as well continue his treatment. Today, you may proceed with discharge; there’s no need for continued spending.”

“But, I maintain, upon noticing any problem, come back to the hospital immediately. My phone’s on standby 24/7; you can call me anytime.”

Peng Hui bowed repeatedly, “Thank you, Dr. Song.”

Song Zhao waved, “I have matters to attend to; I won’t see you off.”

Peng Hui nodded, “Alright.”

Song Zhao turned and left, and in the corridor, Peng Hui and Xu Yuanyuan exchanged a glance, their faces blooming into grins.

Then they left the hospital joyfully.

The next afternoon.

Song Zhao sat in his office, as usual, drafting materials.

Suddenly, his desk phone rang.

Song Zhao didn’t pay special attention to who was calling; he held the mouse in one hand searching for information on the computer while answering the call, “Hello.”

The voice over the phone said, “Dr. Song, the results you requested are out, Ki-67, HER-2, and other indicators are all negative, only ER and PR are positive, but the values are extremely low. I’ve sent the images to your WeChat; have a look.”

Song Zhao pulled out his phone to check WeChat.

When he opened the images and saw the ER and PR values, his pupils suddenly contracted, narrowing like a cat’s eye.

In the next moment, Song Zhao opened Peng Hui’s WeChat, scrolling to the test results he had sent them.

When he compared the two values, half of Song Zhao’s face twitched, and his thoughts began to scatter wildly…

It really… decreased!!!

After a long while, Song Zhao opened the call log, found Hu Yaoyuan’s name, and dialed his number.

It didn’t take long for Hu Yaoyuan to answer.

“Hey, Song.”

“That Lu Jiu you mentioned earlier, he cured breast cancer.”

“What? Song, what the heck are you saying!?”

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