Lloyd first met the patient's family members, which were two bewildered girls and a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy pretending to be an adult.

Wang Jia, a young nurse, accompanied the three of them and brought them a bag of snacks. She said, "Come and eat. These are Dr. Ling's favorite foods. I spent a lot of effort to get them."

Taken from the group library..."

She was only in her early 20s, had never had any experience in taking care of children, and looked quite helpless.

The 13-year-old boy smoothed his sisters' hair with his hands and stood up with his chest raised and his head raised: "Thank you sister, we are not hungry now. When we are hungry, we will go back to eat. You don't have to worry about us, you go quickly

Get busy."

"Mom is in the hospital, and there will be no one to cook when you go back." Wang Jia persuaded her with kind words.

The boy shook his head: "I usually cook. When the operation is over, I will go back to cook. The earliest bus leaves at 5:30. I will go back and come back, which will be just in time to have breakfast. By then

My mother should be awake too."

Wang Jia was stunned, not knowing what to say. After a while, she whispered: "These snacks are all collected by the nurses and sisters. You can eat them first, so you don't have to go back to cook."

"You don't have to go back to cook today, you have to go back to cook tomorrow." The little boy looked down at the snacks for a few seconds, shook his head firmly, and said: "We can live well without anyone's help. We can't expect what others will do.

Sample."

"Of course." Wang Jia's eyes became sore after hearing this.

Lu Wenbin pressed his feet hard and made some noise.

Wang Jia was startled and turned around to see Lu Wenbin. He wiped his eyes and pretended to be angry: "Lu Wenbin, who are you trying to scare? It's so late and you don't know how to say hello first?"

"I'm bringing a foreigner to watch the surgery." Lu Wenbin glanced at the three children sitting alone in the corner of the waiting hall, and asked in a low voice, "Have you not contacted your family yet?"

Wang Jia shook his head slightly and said nothing.

Lloyd looked at the three children at this time and couldn't help asking in a low voice in English: "Is this the patient's child? Does it have no other family members?"

Lu Wenbin coughed twice and replied in English: "The patient is a single mother and has lost contact with her family."

As for the fact that they couldn't find their family members, Lu Wenbin didn't need to elaborate further.

Lloyd understands this very well: "It's really pitiful for a single mother to be sick. Well, will these three children be sent to a child welfare institution?"

"It's not that time yet." Lu Wenbin didn't want to say more about this aspect, lest foreigners promote their universal values, so he just said: "Doctor Ling usually does not perform resection of liver cancer, and because of the special condition of the patient,

That’s why I agreed.”

The patient was actually snatched from the Hepatobiliary Surgery Department. When Zhang Anmin saw this patient, he felt sympathy and quietly asked Ling Ran to snatch the patient away from He Yuanzheng.

He Yuanzheng actually knew that Zhang Anmin was working as a second-grade son, but he pretended not to know and half-heartedly asked the patient to let him out. On the one hand, Zhang Anmin's work as a second-grade son was not just a matter of a day or two.

There is no point in getting angry. On the other hand, he also hopes that the patient's prognosis can be better, his survival time can be longer, and his quality of life can be higher.

After listening to Zhang Anmin's description and explanation, Ling Ran nodded in agreement, and immediately arranged the operation. He wasted no time in calculating the preparation time before sending the patient into the operating room.

Similar to the reason why Ling Ran performed liver resection on elderly patients with liver cancer, this patient was not pursuing a long survival time of 30 years, 20 years or even 10 years.

For this patient, the longer she can survive, the better, but for her, what is most important is that she can survive for five more years, or even three more years, which is better than surviving two or one more years.

Huge difference.

The patient's son is 13 years old this year. If the patient can survive for five more years, her son will be 18 years old. Not only will he be able to be independent, but he will also be able to take care of his two young sisters. In the patient's words, "Just

You can leave with peace of mind."

Even if the goal of five-year survival is not reached, surviving for another three years after surgery will reduce complications and recovery period, which will be of great help to the patient's family. At least by that time, the 13-year-old boy in front of him will be a 16-year-old boy.

young people, not just teenagers.

Although, to modern people, a 16-year-old is still immature, but compared to a 15-year-old, compared to a 14-year-old, there is still obvious maturity.

In this era where the first-year survival rate of liver cancer does not exceed 80% and the two-year survival rate of advanced liver cancer is even lower, although Ling Ran cannot guarantee how much survival time will be improved, even if it can improve the patient's quality of life, it will still be good.

Cut the liver less, cut it cleaner, and make more accurate judgments during the operation... Although it ultimately depends on the mood of the cancer cells, Ling Ran believes that this operation can still bring great benefits to the patient and his family.

improve.

Lloyd, whose grandson is 10 years old, doesn't need to understand Chinese. He can understand the current situation by looking at the scene in front of him and listening to Lu Wenbin's brief explanation.

Lloyd trembled slightly in his heart, then raised his head and said with a solemn expression: "If Dr. Ling needs help, I can still help."

"I will convey this to Dr. Ling, but we have assistants who have slept enough to help. Most likely, you won't need to take action." Lu Wen paused for a moment, then started speaking in Chinese again: "I was the one who was replaced.

It wasn’t my normal rest time, so I had to cook some pig’s trotters or something, yes, pig’s trotters!”

Lu Wenbin patted his forehead, quickly took out the Lock Box and handed it to Wang Jiada: "I have some boneless pig's trotters here. I was going to feed them to foreigners. You can share them with a few children."

Wang Jia couldn't help but look at Lloyd.

Lloyd, who had become accustomed to being spoken to in Chinese, smiled and didn't care anymore.

"Okay." Wang Jia responded and said, "I am a foreigner. Normal people can eat boneless pig's trotters. You can imagine the difference between that and shelled sunflower seeds."

"Are you developing a new product? Who knows, what if it becomes popular?" Lu Wenbin said casually, then seamlessly switched to English and said to Lloyd: "Let's go into the operating room."

"Okay." Lloyd followed Lu Wenbin for two steps, then turned back and said to Wang Jiada: "If you need it, I mean, no matter whether the operation is successful or not, you can send me an email, I can always help

Need something to do."

Lloyd said as he handed a business card to Wang Jia.

Wang Jia looked wary and asked Lu Wenbin: "What did he say?"

"The foreigner said that if you need it, he can pay for it..." Lu Wenbin looked at Wang Jia's eyes and then continued: "He wants to help these three children, not you."

Wang Jia lowered his eyelids and glanced at Lu Wenbin with disdain: "I will tell everyone exactly what you did as a translator for the foreign devils."

Lu Wenbin giggled twice: "Why do you translate for foreign devils? What you said doesn't sound right."

"Who makes boneless pig's trotters, who has the right to say it tastes wrong?" Wang Jia curled her lips in disgust.

"Doctor Lu?" Lloyd urged.

"Oh, let's go." Lu Wenbin did not dare to stay any longer and quarreled with the little nurse. He had never won.

Lloyd and Boyle whispered a few words, and when they entered the operating room again, Lloyd whispered: "Dr. Lu, our telemedicine center at Anderson Cancer Center is willing to help consult this patient. Can you

Please convey our thoughts. We simply want to help."

In the last sentence, Lloyd is also worried that Ling Ran and others will misunderstand. However, from another perspective, Lloyd is not worried about Ling Ran's misunderstanding. If a doctor would rather delay the patient's condition than accept help because of his pride,

If so, he wouldn't want to be friends with such a doctor.
Chapter completed!