How Chen Ke has come over all these years, he knows very well, and now seeing his mother lying on his side crying, Chen Ke just opened his eyes and watched quietly, he didn't speak.

Because he is also well aware of his mother's situation, but what can he do?

He was really unwilling, he was born in such a good family, but he had this disease, so he was helpless, and he was also very painful.

"Son, believe me, you will definitely be cured!" Zhou Yanhua grabbed Chen Ke's hand and said.

Chen Ke's hands were still very cold, and he still didn't say anything.

As the saying goes, mourning is greater than heart death, he is like this now, if he can, he naturally wants to continue to live, to live well, if not, he hopes that he will die soon, and he doesn't want to suffer from this kind of pain again.

Chen Mingming and Chen Xuejun had a secret conversation outside, Chen Mingming came in and glanced at this grandson, shook his head, sighed, and left the East Hospital with the help of the other two.

Chen Xuejun also glanced at this son, did not shake his head, did not say anything, also glanced at this wife, and could only say: "Chen Ke, you can recuperate here, Dad will go back to the company first, call me if there is anything." ”

Chen Xuejun didn't stay anymore, and he didn't tell the truth to his son and wife, so he naturally went back to the company, but instead of going back to manage the company, he did what his father said.

He knew he really couldn't wait any longer. Although he is forty years old, he is okay in that regard, but he is also afraid that he will be extinct in the future.

Therefore, thinking of his two glamorous secretaries, he naturally does not plan to let them go, and it is naturally the best to let them give birth to a son.

Chen Mingming left, Chen Xuejun left, the other children of the Chen family left one after another, Wang Cong They also took a look here and left. Now in the ward, there is only Chen Ke on the hospital bed, Zhou Yanhua who is still crying on the side, and the female nurse on the side.

Now Zhou Yanhua took out a tissue and wiped his tears, then patted Chen Ke's hand and said, "Son, you can recuperate with peace of mind, I will find the best doctor for you to treat you." ”

When Zhou Yanhua came out of the separate senior ward, she did not leave the East Hospital first, but went to find the attending doctor, Han Jiafei, deputy director of the emergency department.

Han Jiafei is only a deputy director of the emergency room, not an attending doctor in other departments. For example, in his opinion, Chen Ke's disease should belong to the infectious disease department, internal medicine or pulmonary department, and the doctors of these medical departments are the real doctors in this area.

However, now Zhou Yanhua found him and asked, "Director Han, can't my son really be cured?"

"Mrs. Chen, I don't dare to say whether Young Master Chen's illness can be cured or not. But, at my level, I'll tell you the truth, I really can't. Moreover, Young Master Chen's situation, you should find the infectious disease department of Dongfang Hospital, or the attending doctor in internal medicine, they know more about this aspect. Han Jiafei said.

Although the cure rate of tuberculosis has reached 98%, it means that the success rate of cure is very high. However, there is still a 2% mortality rate, so he doesn't dare to say it, and, judging from Chen Ke's situation, this has been the case since he was a child, and in this way, I don't know how many famous doctors have shown him in the middle, but why can't they be cured?

Could it be that with the Chen family's power and money, they can't afford to hire a really good doctor? That is obviously not, but it shows that Chen Ke's disease is really difficult to treat.

"Deputy Director Han, can you take me to find a doctor in the Department of Infectious Diseases or Internal Medicine?" asked Zhou Yanhua.

"Absolutely. Han Jiafei came out of the office and took him directly to the infectious disease department first, which was the separate building behind the East Hospital, where there were patients with infectious diseases.

In the past, Zhu Yue's acute hepatitis was hospitalized here for more than a year, and in the end, Ye Chen came to treat and cured the other party.

Now, Han Jiafei brought Zhou Yanhua to find an infectious disease doctor, and the first person to look for was Zhang Weikang, deputy director of the infectious disease department.

The other party is very experienced in the infectious disease department, and he has also been in contact with Ye Chen before. Of course, he admired Ye Chen's treatment method of traditional Chinese medicine even more.

Now, he was drinking tea in the office to read the medical records, and when he saw Han Jiafei bringing this beautiful young woman to look for him, at first, he still felt strange.

After hearing the other party's introduction, Zhang Weikang was clear.

"Mrs. Chen, I can't confirm Chen Shao's situation, I can go over with you now to take a look. Zhang Weikang and the two of them left here again and returned to Chen Ke's separate ward.

Now Chen Ke is lying on the hospital bed, his face is pale, coughing from time to time, and there is still blood on the side of his mouth, which seems to be due to hemoptysis.

Zhang Weikang is a student of Western medicine, so he naturally examines in the way of Western medicine, in addition to modern medical equipment, the most important thing is to check Chen Ke's blood problems.

If his blood is positive, then it means that he has germs in his blood, and it is this germ that leads him to this disease.

Of course, he also knows that Chen Ke's disease can be said to be both a serious disease and an incurable disease, after all, it can't be cured for so many years. Therefore, even if those checks come out, I am afraid that he himself is the same as Han Jiafei, and he will not be able to cure Chen Ke.

In such a situation, Zhang Weikang did not dare to guarantee, and Han Jiafei went to Zhao Mufu, the attending doctor of the internal medicine and pulmonary department.

Zhao Mufu also needed those examinations, but judging from Chen Ke's medical records over the years, or his treatment, he also did not dare to guarantee it, nor did he have the confidence to cure Chen Ke's illness.

Neither of them had confidence, let alone the other doctors at the Oriental Hospital.

In this way, Zhou Yanhua felt even more uneasy in his heart. When they left Chen Ke's separate ward and came to an office to talk, Zhou Yanhua said: "Chen Ke is too important to me, can't you all do it?"

These people understood a little, but everyone looked at each other. Soon, Zhang Weikang remembered someone.

"Mrs. Chen, I think of a person whose medical skills are very powerful, and I am afraid that as long as he takes action, there is no disease that cannot be cured. ”

When Zhang Weikang just said it, Han Jiafei and Zhao Mufu also thought of that person.

Although that person occasionally appeared in the Oriental Hospital, and even studied Chinese medicine, as long as he took action, it seemed that the patient's condition was cured.

Looking back now, they still remember that a few days ago, the two were burned very severely in the Internet café, and almost the dermatologists and the director of the internal medicine department thought that the two patients were going to undergo skin transplantation surgery, but they didn't expect that the other party was just treated with guò burn ointment and traditional Chinese medicine, but it was to let the patient's condition slowly stabilize and even develop in the direction of recovery.

If it was other Chinese medicine doctors, they didn't dare to be so sure, but that young man, they were vouching, as long as the other party was willing to take action, they were afraid that they could really cure Chen Ke's illness.