Yunling Provincial People's Hospital, Office of the Director of Neurology, Director Liu Wenshu looked at the brain image under the light on the wall, frowned and looked solemn.

The young master of the provincial party secretary, how should I talk about this?

Brain CT was performed and magnetic resonance imaging was performed. All the test results showed that Huang Changyu had tumors in his skull.

Looking at Liu Wenshu's frowning and a serious expression, Han Haiping, Huang Xiangyi and Huang Changyu's hearts sank suddenly. Han Haiping was even more worried and nervous, so she couldn't help but tremble: "Director Liu, what's the result of the inspection?"

"This..." Liu Wenshu looked at Huang Changyu with a embarrassed look when he heard this. He didn't know if this matter could be said in front of Huang Changyu.

"Director Liu, this is my condition. I have the right to know. Just agree." Huang Changyu saw Liu Wenshu looking at him with a embarrassed look, and his heart suddenly jumped violently without any effort. He subconsciously grabbed the corner of his clothes and tried his best to make himself calmer and not panic.

How many people can face brain cancer calmly, let alone Huang Changyu is only 24 years old this year and has a lot of youth.

"Director Liu, Changyu is right. He has the right to know. Just say it, we are mentally prepared." Huang Xiangyi is also a doctor. Although she witnessed many patients suffering from severe illness and leaving after a long time, she gradually became accustomed to it today. However, today this incident involves her own nephew. Although Huang Xiangyi repeatedly wanted to make herself look calm when she spoke, her voice still couldn't help but tremble.

Brain cancer, as a cardiovascular chief physician, she knows better what this means than Huang Changyu and Han Haiping

The brain is the most complex position in the human body. Even if medicine has reached this level today, the brain is still an extremely complex mystery about medicine. When you open your head, no one can be sure what the final result will be.

Liu Wenshu did not answer, but turned his attention to Han Haiping.

She is Huang Changyu's mother and the wife of the provincial party secretary. Liu Wenshu also needs to ask and respect her opinions.

"Just talk about Director Liu." Han Haiping took a deep breath and said, but her ten fingers were already tightly pressed into the flesh.

Huang Changyu is her youngest son and her favorite son. She dare not imagine what she should do if he had brain cancer? Now she can only hope that something good in Liu Wenshu's mouth can pop up from Liu Wenshu's mouth. Although this possibility seems very small now, she can't hear it from Liu Wenshu's mouth. She always doesn't give up and always has a lucky chance.

"After consultation and discussion by several experts, it was initially determined to be glioblastoma polymorphism." Liu Wenshu saw Han Haiping also said this, so he had to take a deep breath and said in a heavy voice.

What kind of polymorphism and glioblasts are? Han Haiping can't understand, but she can understand what the last word "tumor" means. When she heard the word "tumor" popping out of Dr. Liu Wenshu's mouth, Han Haiping couldn't help but tremble. She couldn't keep calm anymore and said, "Director Liu, are you sure you read it right? My son is still so young, how could he get a brain tumor?"

As he said that, Han Haiping couldn't help but shed tears.

Although Huang Changyu had guessed from Liu Wenshu's expression just now that the result was probably not very good, he suddenly became stupid when he heard the word "tumor".

It was difficult for him to accept that he actually had a brain tumor. He had heard of "tumors" and "cancer" before. He always felt that he was far away from him, but he didn't expect that he would become the master of this disease today.

"Liu, Director Liu, are you really diagnosed with glioblastoma polymorphism?" Huang Xiangyi was completely frightened by the diagnosis results mentioned by Dr. Liu Wenshu. Her face turned pale, but as a doctor, she was not as entangled with whether Huang Changhai had a brain tumor like Han Haiping. She knew that Huang Changyu, as the son of the provincial party secretary, would never dare to say that Huang Changyu had a brain tumor without undergoing multiple verifications in the hospital. Now Huang Xiangyi only hopes that the type of brain tumor has a misdiagnosis of the doctor.

Huang Xiangyi is a doctor. She knows that glioblastoma polymorphism, also known as malignant astrocytoma, is the most invasive and the worst differentiation glioma. This tumor grows very fast and has a complex distribution. It usually only takes three or four months from onset to treatment. Even if surgery is performed, it cannot be cured. It is the most difficult to deal with highly malignant tumor. The postoperative survival period is only six months to one year.

"After consulting from several experts from our brain and neurology, glioblastoma polymorphism is very likely, so you must be mentally prepared." Liu Wenshu replied with a heavy expression.

"What does glioblastoma polymorphism mean? Is this tumor very serious?" Han Haiping, who was crying, heard the conversation between Huang Xiangyi and Liu Wenshu, and a stronger ominous feeling surged in her heart. She endured the fear in her heart and asked in a trembling voice again.

Liu Wenshu turned his attention to Huang Xiangyi after hearing this. Seeing that Han Haiping was excited, he didn't know whether he should answer this question truthfully.

Huang Xiangyi did not give any tips to Chief Doctor Liu Wenshu, but hugged Han Haiping with tears in her eyes, then let go and walked to the nephew who was still trying to restrain himself, trying to show the courage and strength of manly people, hugged him tightly, and said, "Child, you have to be strong, I will call your father now."

"Aunt, I can do it." Huang Changyu clenched his fists tightly, but his heart had already sunk into the bottomless abyss.

He knew his aunt very well. She was a doctor. If this tumor was easily cured, she would definitely not show such a desperate expression.

Han Haiping's mood also sank to the bottomless abyss, but seeing her son's strong fists clenched, although she felt a pain like a knife in her heart, she still held back her tears and showed some calmness. She walked over and grabbed her son's hand tightly and comforted her: "Child, there will be no problem. Your father will definitely find a way to arrange the best brain surgeon for you."

"Yes." Huang Changyu held his mother's cold and trembling hands, and tears finally couldn't help falling.

He was worried about his body, and he was even more worried about how his mother would live strongly once he left.

Huang Xiangyi did not call her brother Huang Peihao after she walked out of the office.

"Is there anything wrong with Xiangyi? I'm busy now." After the phone was answered, the voice of my elder brother Huang Peihao came from inside.

Hearing the voice of his elder brother Huang Peihao, Huang Xiangyi, who had just pretended to be strong, finally couldn't help but sobbed in a low voice.

"Xiangyi, are you crying? What happened? Tell me quickly." Huang Peihao heard his sister's crying from the phone. Even though he was the secretary of the provincial party committee of a province, he was panicked for a moment, and a strong ominous premonition hit his heart.

"Changyu, Changyu has a malignant brain tumor. You'd better come to the Provincial People's Hospital now." Huang Xiangyi wiped her tears and said in a crying voice.

"What? I'll hurry over immediately. Don't worry, you guys will be fine." Huang Peihao was so shocked that he almost couldn't even hold the phone firmly when he heard this. But he quickly comforted him calmly, but two lines of tears could not help but flow quietly.

His sister is a doctor, and she can make her sister so panic that she cried. How could Huang Peihao not know that his son would not be able to get through this disaster.

When Huang Peihao arrived at the hospital, Huang Xiangyi and the other two were still in the director's office.

Seeing her husband coming, the first thing that could not help crying was Han Haiping. She suddenly threw herself into her husband's arms and started crying. After her questioning, Dr. Liu Wenshu had explained in detail what glioblastoma is polymorphic and the severity of this disease.

In other words, Huang Changyu has basically been sentenced to death, and now all that is left is to cure or not, and how long can he live.

Huang Peihao patted his wife's shoulder silently, then let go of her shoulder, walked to his son and patted him hard, saying, "Child"

"Dad, I'm fine." Huang Changyu looked at his father's face, which seemed to have become much older, and held back his tears.

"It will be fine." Huang Peihao patted his son's shoulder again, and then looked at Director Liu Wenshu and said, "Doctor Liu, please tell me about Huang Changyu's condition."

"Okay, Secretary Huang." Liu Wenshu hurriedly straightened his back and said bitterly.

As the director of the Department of Brain and Neurology at the Provincial People's Hospital, Liu Wenshu is not only passionate about medicine, but also passionate about money and career prospects. In the past, he naturally wanted to have the opportunity to talk to Secretary Huang face to face, so it would be better to leave a good impression on him, so that he might become the vice president or even director of the hospital one day. But today is not a suitable day. Who would leave a good impression on a doctor who sentenced his son to death?

Or in this life, Secretary Huang doesn't want to see him Liu Wenshu again

After listening to Liu Wenshu's words, Huang Peihao sat on the chair without saying a word for a long time. After a while, he said, "Director Liu, do you have cigarettes?"

For the sake of his body, Huang Peihao has quit smoking for many years, but today he suddenly wants to smoke one.

"Yes, yes." Director Liu hurriedly took out a soft China from the drawer, which he didn't know who gave him, took out a pack from it, and hurriedly pulled out one from it and handed it to Huang Peihao, and then helped him light a cigarette.

Huang Peihao smoked cigarettes silently until the fireworks burned his hands, and he came back like a person who had lost his soul.

"Can Dr. Liu lend it to your office for use? I want to talk to my family alone." Huang Peihao, who came to his senses, said.

"Okay, I'm next door. If there is anything, Secretary Huang just needs to call me." Liu Wenshu hurriedly got up and left the office. When he went out, he closed the door gently.

"Children, sometimes, no matter whether you want to or not, you have to go through something you don't want to go through. You have heard what Dr. Liu said. What are your plans? No matter what plans you have, we respect you." Huang Peihao said in a deep voice, with a hint of indescribable grief in his voice.

"I want to ask Teacher Xia to help me see it." Huang Changyu looked at his father and said with difficulty after a long time.
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