Zhaicheng Central Hospital, in the lobby.

Although there were many patients and overcrowding at this time, under the maintenance of Xiaoli and other robots, it was still orderly and orderly, and the entire hall seemed very quiet.

But, suddenly, this calm was broken.

Zhang Zhai, along with Spider and Wild Wolf, hurriedly broke in from the hall.

The patients waiting in the hall recognized Zhang Zhai one after another, and countless thoughts suddenly came to their minds, and the crowd suddenly became a little commotion.

"Why did Zhai Shen come to the hospital? Are you still in such a hurry?"

"I don't know. Could it be that Zhai Shen is sick?"

"I don't think it looks like it."

…

"Sorry, please stop shouting. Doctors and patients need to be quiet." The robot Xiaoli detected that the noise decibels were too high and began to remind patients and family members.

The hall became quiet again, but many people were still discussing in low voices, or staring in the direction Zhang Zhai left, trying to find out.

Zhang Zhai walked across the hospital lobby and walked straight towards the elevator.

In the elevator, Zhang Zhai remained silent after pressing the button leading to the top floor.

Although Spider and Wild Wolf didn't know what was happening, they still felt an extremely depressing atmosphere.

Zhang Zhai's face was as dark as water, and his eyebrows were tightly knitted together.

"Father, I woke you up just now because of this matter.

This morning, during a routine health check-up, your parents' Dabai health assistant discovered a malignant tumor in the bronchial epithelial cells.

According to humanized confidentiality regulations, Dabai did not inform the person involved, but chose to notify his relatives and uploaded the news."

Zhang Zhai glanced at the words displayed on the holographic screen of A1, but his expression did not change in any way.

Zhang Zhai already knew what A1 said. Repeating it now would only make him feel even worse.

Zhang Zhai stared at the floor numbers in the elevator that kept beating.

The elevator rose very quickly and was about to reach the designated floor.

Zhang Zhai stood there, taking deep breaths repeatedly and adjusting his expression in front of the mirror in the elevator.

Zhang Zhai was in turmoil, and this sudden incident was like a bolt from the blue to him.

No matter how great his achievements were and how respected his status, his father was still like a pillar in his subconscious mind. How could his father fall?

He was now like a bird that had lost its wings and suddenly fell into the abyss from a high altitude. His whole soul seemed to be in a state of weightlessness.

However, even though he was upset, he still couldn't show it on his face.

If he was in a mess, wouldn't his mother feel even more helpless?

Therefore, he cannot mess up.

Well...that's it, although I'm a little worried, I'm not panicking. Although I'm a little worried, I'm still calm and collected.

Zhang Zhai looked at the adjusted expression on his face and took a deep breath again.

"Ding!"

The elevator reached the top floor and the elevator door slowly opened.

Zhang Zhai turned around and walked out of the elevator step by step, stepping firmly on the ground.

As soon as I got out of the elevator, I saw a figure on the stool in the elevator waiting area.

The figure looked a little weak at this time. Although her body shape did not change, she looked too helpless at that time.

"Mom..." Zhang Zhai shouted, only to realize that his voice was a little hoarse, and he quickly swallowed to adjust.

Zhang's mother heard the sound and looked at Zhang Zhai. At that moment, the tears she was holding in her eyes almost burst out, but she held back.

"Mom...Dad, how is he doing now?" Zhang Zhai asked as calmly as possible.

"The doctor is working with Dabai to conduct a detailed examination on your father and confirm the diagnosis."

"As for your father...he doesn't know the situation yet. I just asked him to do a full body check." Zhang's mother said.

Zhang Zhai looked at his mother and said in a slightly relaxed tone: "Mom, you don't have to worry so much. Even if you are really diagnosed with early-stage lung cancer, it can be cured through surgery and it will not affect your life. At most, it will be my father's death."

If you commit a crime, you may get a knife."

When Zhang Zhai's mother heard what Zhang Zhai said, her expression became a little more relaxed and she nodded.

Zhang Zhai sat down with his mother outside the ward, quietly waiting for the results.

Three minutes later, before the consultation between the doctor and Dabai ended, Zhang Zhai had already received a call from Elder No. 1.

…

"Xiao Zhai, I already know something about your father. You have to relax. Now that medicine is so advanced, the probability of curing early-stage cancer is still very high."

"Well, I know." Zhang Zhai nodded and was not interested in talking more.

"Xiao Zhai, I have entrusted two Xinglin national players and Western medicine experts in lung cancer to take an anti-gravity car to your place. We will arrive in about half an hour. I hope it will be helpful to your father's condition."

"Thank you, elder."

"Xiao Zhai, you still have to pay attention to your body, don't tire yourself out." The elder looked at Zhang Zhai's bloodshot eyes and pale face, and couldn't help but tell him again.

Zhang Zhai didn't say anything, just nodded.

…

Ten minutes later, the three doctors and Dabai walked out of the ward.

Dabai stood in front of Zhang Zhai and said: "Hello, Mr. Zhang, according to our detailed examination again, your father has been diagnosed with stage 1 lung cancer."

When Zhang Zhai heard this, his heart sank, but his face didn't change much.

Zhang Zhai nodded, then looked at the Dabai robot.

I felt a little inexplicable in my heart: I didn’t expect that the ability to detect early cancer that was added to Damax would eventually be used on his father.

Being able to detect lung cancer at an early stage is considered a blessing among misfortunes.

"What treatment measures should be taken now?" Zhang Zhai asked in a deep voice.

This time, a doctor stepped forward and answered Zhang Zhai's question: "Mr. Zhang, because the patient is currently in stage 1, which is the early stage, there is still a high probability of cure if surgical treatment is adopted immediately."

"What is the probability of being cured?" Zhang's mother asked on the side.

"The five-year survival rate for early-stage lung cancer is usually 60% to 80%."

"Five years? The probability of surviving for five years is only 60%?" Zhang's mother was a little panicked for a moment.

"Mom, that's not what the doctor meant." Zhang Zhai supported his mother.

The doctor also quickly explained: "Ms. Zhuang, the so-called five-year survival rate refers to the probability of recovery.

Because cancer is particularly easy to relapse, five years is generally used as the limit. If there is no recurrence within five years, it is considered to have been cured."

Mother Zhang breathed a sigh of relief when she heard this, but frowned the next second and asked: "Isn't the 60% recovery probability too low?"

"Ms. Zhuang, I'm sorry. Whether a patient's cancer will recur is affected by many factors, which are often beyond our control." The doctor said helplessly.

When Zhang Zhai heard this, his eyebrows also wrinkled.

If he were a bystander, he would definitely feel that this probability is not low, after all, it is already over 50%.

But this was his father, and what he saw was not the probability of success, but the probability of failure, which was as high as 1/3.

However, Zhang Zhai still asked: "If surgery is required, when is the appropriate time?"

"The sooner, the better. The sooner, the higher the cure rate. We recommend starting preparations now and then starting the official surgery tomorrow afternoon," the doctor said.

Zhang Zhai looked at the three doctors and was silent for a moment, but finally nodded.

"Okay, get ready...the operation will start tomorrow afternoon!"

…

"Click..."

Zhang Zhai pushed open the door of the ward and walked in.

"Da da……"

Zhang's father was leaning on the hospital bed at the moment, frowning, wondering what he was thinking about.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, he turned his head and looked over.

"Why are you here, you little brat? Are you no longer doing your research?" Zhang's father looked at Zhang Zhai and teased with a smile.

Zhang Zhai looked at Zhang's father and said nothing.

There was an eerie silence in the ward.

In the early stages of lung cancer, there are basically no special symptoms, so Zhang’s father’s mental outlook at this time was no different from usual.

But if this continues... Father Zhang will become weaker and weaker.
To be continued...