"But it has been suppressed, after all, it is a symptom but not a cure, if you want to completely cure it, it is better to think of other methods."

Yan Muye: "But now that medicine is very developed, why can't we overcome this problem?" ”

Luo Jiubai: "Because there is too much unpredictability and reproducibility. ”

Yan Muye: "If you choose chemotherapy, how do you choose?" ”

Luo Jiubai: "Some chemotherapy drugs are taken in the form of tablets, others are injected intramuscularly or subcutaneously, or injected intrathecalally into the spinal cord. Most of us are more commonly used intravenous. ”

"Intravenous injections can be done in minutes, or they can be instilled in large volumes of fluid for several hours, sometimes with several drugs at the same time, depending on the condition."

Yan Muye: "So you have been suggesting that I persuade him to have surgery?" ”

"In fact, surgery is just one of the treatments, and it does not guarantee success."

"In addition, surgery and radiotherapy are local treatments, which are only effective for tumors in the treatment site, and cannot be controlled for potential metastatic lesions and those that have actually metastasized."

"At present, there are certain limitations in technical means, and we cannot find and detect metastatic diseases in clinical practice."

"Sometimes we can't make decisions for our masters, but you can. So, you know what I mean? ”

Luo Jiubai's words were very serious, and it seemed that every word carried a little heaviness. Yan Muye carefully recalled what happened in his previous life, and in the days when his life was about to end, Yan Muye clearly remembered that Leng Fu Xiao's body was no longer good at that time.

Even if he just held on, he couldn't hide the overdraft on the surface. In the end, he became like that, and he was partly responsible.

And now, Yan Muye didn't want anything to happen to Leng Fu Xiao at all, and the feeling that he was about to lose someone was like a piece of his whole world was missing.

…

Yan Muye's lips were pursed, and even her well-defined jaw showed obvious tightness: "Then I'll try it and persuade him." ”

Luo Jiubai: "Okay." ”

"I believe you, as long as you say it, the master will definitely listen."

Yan Muye: "I'll try my best." ”

…

Yan Muye walked out of the office, and his whole mood became heavy. That feeling of being a little powerless suppressed Yan Muye's heart.

If in the past, Yan Muye was just afraid that Leng Fu Xiao would hang up, and he would hang up, but now, Yan Muye has a large part of his psychology and really doesn't want Leng Fu Xiao to get sick.

Lou Lanyue took the computer and originally planned to come to Luo Jiubai, but she saw Yan Muye at the door.

Yan Muye leaned against the wall, and the light of the corridor hit her body, reflecting Yan Muye's figure long.

Hearing the sound of footsteps on one side, Yan Muye slowly raised her head, her thick eyelashes and focused eyes looked coldly and concentratingly towards Lou Lanyue.

"Why are you standing at the door, why don't you go in!"

Yan Muye: "I just came out of Luo Jiubai's office, and then I was distracted, so I just stood here quietly." ”

Lou Lanyue: "What's the matter, have something on your mind?" It can't be because of the big brother. ”

Yan Muye didn't answer, just looked Lou Lanyue up and down, and then looked at him holding the computer in his hand: "Why are you still looking for Luo Jiubai at this time!" ”