Not long after, Jia Qinggao, like a victorious general, grabbed the car key in his brother-in-law's hand, led his wife and old man, and strode towards the Mercedes-Benz outside the courtyard gate.

After a battle, as he said, it is no longer a question of whether the old man goes to the hospital for examination, but a question of his dignity as a man.

His wife was still sobbing and crying, looking aggrieved, and slowly helped the old man into the car.

And Jia Qinggao, although he was slapped on the face, and there was still a little redness and swelling at the moment, it did not affect his pride at all, he kicked the accelerator and drove the big ben out of the way and went straight to the hospital.

In the afternoon, in the office of the director of the neurology department of a key hospital in Beijing, Director Yang Shuangxi looked at the brain shadow map under the light on the wall, his eyebrows furrowed, and his expression was solemn.

Old Man Jiang San's situation is not good, how can he open his mouth?

Speaking of which, the old man Jiang San should be regarded as a relative of Yang Shuangxi's grandmother, and he can be called an uncle and grandfather, so as soon as he received a call from the old man, Yang Shuangxi arranged a special channel in time and did a comprehensive head examination for him.

This check found out the problem.

Not only brain CT, but also magnetic resonance scintigraphy, all of which detected a tumor in the skull of Mr. Jiang San.

"Director Yang, are the results of the inspection out?" Jiang Ling helped the old man into the door, followed by Jia Qinggao.

"Check result ......"

Yang Shuangxi glanced at the old man Jiang San, and was embarrassed for a while, feeling that the results of this examination still couldn't be said in front of the old man.

"What's the matter, Director Yang, Director Yang, is there anything you can't say?" As soon as he saw Yang Shuangxi wanting to speak and showing an embarrassed expression, Jiang Ling's heart hung in the air, and he was a little nervous even when he spoke.

The third old man Jiang saw Yang Shuangxi's slurring expression in his eyes, frowned thickly, and paused heavily with a one-handed cane: "What's not to say, how many ups and downs have your three masters come over, and you are still afraid of a small inspection?" and pointed at him again: "Say, say it to your face, is there something wrong with your third master?"

"Yes, Director Yang, you just say it, does my father-in-law have a tumor in his brain?" Jia Qinggao leaned forward and interjected.

Hearing this, the old man and his daughter looked at him with disgust, and they both scolded in their hearts: the dog can't spit out ivory in its mouth.

However, when Yang Shuangxi heard him say this, he was relieved, since the patients had already expected the result of the tumor, then he, the doctor, had nothing to worry about, and his tone was tactful, just to be honest.

He took Old Man Jiang's hand, asked him to sit down in the chair, and then said cautiously: "Old man, you are an old hero who has been in the rivers and lakes for many years, you have courage and courage, I believe that no difficulty will be difficult for you, then I will tell you the truth." ”

"Well, just say. After hearing this, the old man was very useful, straightened his waist, and sat upright.

"Old man, after my analysis and discussion with several experts, the preliminary diagnosis of glioblastoma multiforme was caused by a certain amount of compression on your nerves. Yang Shuangxi deliberately said it very lightly, and his tone was also very tactful.

What pleomorphism, what glial blasts, Mr. Jiang, his daughter, and son-in-law don't understand at all, but the word "tumor" can be understood, and the sentence "compressing nerves" is almost the same as what Li Xiaodong said before, Jiang Ling's face turned pale all of a sudden, and he couldn't help but ask nervously: "Yang, Director Yang, what kind of disease are you talking about, does it mean a tumor? Is my dad a malignant tumor or a benign tumor?"

Old Man Jiang's expression also became solemn, and his eyes flashed in his old eyes, staring at Yang Shuangxi.

Yang Shuangxi saw that the expressions of the old man and Jiang Ling had changed so much, and he knew that no matter how tactful he said, even if they expected it, it would still be difficult to accept it when it came to facing the cruel truth.

He couldn't help but sigh and said, "Old man, Jiangling, you have to be strong, old man, this is a tumor, a malignant tumor, that is, brain cancer, which is very tricky in medical treatment." ”

Jiang Ling's tears fell after hearing this, and she said in a trembling voice: "Director Yang, what do you say that it is very tricky? Is it incurable?"

Yang Shuangxi didn't speak, just sighed, just shook his head.

After hearing this result, Old Man Jiang stiffened his face and trembled slightly, and he couldn't believe that he had brain cancer for a long time.

He slowly lifted his breath and said in a heavy voice: "Shuangxi, you estimate the number of the three masters, how long can the three masters live, can they live for three months?" At this time, he remembered the descendant of the dog who couldn't spit out ivory in his mouth, Li Xiaodong.

Director Yang said with sympathy on his face: "At most, three months, no more, old man, you must also pay attention to rest, maintain a peaceful mind, and not have ideological baggage." ”

But he didn't expect that after he said this, Old Man Jiang immediately lost his heroism, only to see him roll his eyes, slowly slid down to the chair, and actually fainted.

"Dad, Dad......"

"Old man, old man......"

This can make a few people in the house anxious, Jiang Ling hugged the old man and cried sadly, Jia Qinggao hurriedly ran out to call the nurse, and Yang Shuangxi was the most anxious, and hurriedly pinched the old man, for fear that because he told his face about his illness, the old man would be scared to death in his office......

After a long time, in a small temporary ward, Old Man Jiang slowly opened his eyes.

He heard his daughter crying sadly at the door, but Jia Qinggao, the son-in-law who was talking to his daughter, was not sad at all, and listening to his tone, he didn't seem to be in a hurry at all, but a little gloating.

"How about now, do you believe it? Which of the characters that I Jia Qinggao has befriended is an ordinary person? He said that if it is a tumor, it must be a tumor, but you don't believe me, now prove it, isn't it ridiculous?" Jia Qinggao said to his wife.

Jiang Ling said sadly: "You are not finished, are you happy when the old man dies?"

"Yes, you little brute, is Lao Tzu dead, can you still laugh?" Old Man Jiang was angry, trembling and pointing at him and scolding.

Jia Qinggao hurriedly went over and said: "Old man, you won't die, your brain cancer was fortunately discovered, this is called turning evil into good fortune." ”

Old Man Jiang scolded: "I am auspicious to your uncle, daughter, help me up, bring my crutches, I will kill this little king and eight lambs......"

Jia Qinggao said anxiously: "Old man, don't get excited, listen to me, your brain cancer is nothing, Li Xiaodong can be cured, you believe me, I will take you to him." ”

Jiang Ling said incredulously: "Qinggao, what are you talking about, he can cure brain cancer?"

Old Man Jiang said with a confused face: "You, you kid didn't lie to me?

Jia Qinggao smiled humbly and happily and said: "Don't underestimate him, Mr. Xiaodong is in the East China Sea, but he is a god-like figure, we all treat him as a living immortal, you have met him, it is really blessed, as long as he makes a move, I will cover you with no pain!"

Old Man Jiang was shocked for a moment after hearing this, and the next moment, he couldn't help but be secretly surprised.

Finally, he rolled over with a grunt, got out of bed and said, "Go, take me to him......"

(End of chapter)