Unexpectedly, Dr. Zhao lowered his head, thought carefully, and shook his head.

His professional ethics made him have to tell his family the true condition of the patient, and of course he also had to honestly explain the risks that cannot be ignored behind the treatment plan. In fact, there is no treatment method that dares to claim that it is 100% effective, and any medication or surgery may fail.

However, he did not lie. With the current medical level, this disease is no longer a terminal illness that must be mortal. However, during the treatment process, it is time-consuming and cost-effective, and requires the high cooperation of the three parties.

"There is a certain failure rate. If the effect of chemotherapy is not obvious, or there are unbearable side effects, we will consider using other treatment methods."

Dr. Zhao said seriously, and his words made Chongtiange's heart that had just let go of, suddenly hang up again.

Oh my God, his son doesn't know what kind of torture he will suffer in the future!

"Other treatments? What exactly do you mean?"

Chong Tiange asked anxiously that he didn't care how much it would cost now. If possible, he could also send Chong Jingxuan abroad and go to the most advanced hospital for treatment.

"I suggest you don't transfer to the hospital for the time being. If it's just general chemotherapy, our hospital is doing pretty well in this regard. But if hematopoietic stem cell transplantation is needed, it's better to transfer to Zhonghai Hospital."

Dr. Zhao said, pulling open the drawer and taking out a business card from it.

"This is my teacher's business card, please take it first. I will also ask you for your opinion. He is now the vice president of Zhonghai Hospital. Of course, Mr. Chong, you are our Zhonghai business giant and have a wide connection. If you have a familiar medical authority, you can also contact yourself."

Chong Tiange took it, looked at it, and asked in confusion: "Hematopoietic stem cell transplantation? This... sounds familiar, but I don't know very well. Where to transplant it? I am the father of the child. Can I transplant it to him?"

He thought he could have extracted some cells and transplanted them to Chong Jingxuan, and he couldn't help but ask loudly with great anxiety and hope.

Dr. Zhao understood Chong Tiange's mood at this moment, but he still had to signal him to calm down first.

"Mr. Pet, I understand your mood, but please listen to me to finish my sentence. Hematopoietic stem cell transplantation is a relatively complex treatment method, but its therapeutic effect is also very significant. In short, it is to remove all abnormal cells in the patient's body through radiotherapy and chemotherapy, and then transplant them into normal hematopoietic stem cells to restore the immune system and hematopoietic function. The donor source can be the patient himself, the same twin brothers and sisters, or the brothers and sisters of ordinary compatriots. Of course, in addition to these three, there is another one that is non-kind allogeneic hematopoietic stem cell transplantation that has no blood relationship with the patient, with the least adoption of this."

Chong Tiange was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that he was not Chong Jingxuan's brothers and sisters. Even his biological father had a heart that wanted to save the child, which seemed to be of little use.

"Did Xuan Xuan preserve umbilical cord blood when she was born?"

Dr. Zhao suddenly asked when he thought of a key question.

Chong Tiange recalled for a moment, but still shook his head blankly.

Ye Yingning did not give birth on the due date at all. When she heard the news of Zhou Yang's death, she fainted, resulting in premature birth of the fetus. Moreover, Chong Tiange was angry and jealous at that time, and even asked the doctor to perform a caesarean section on her.

"Yes, in our country, the task of preserving umbilical cord blood for newborns is indeed not very good. Big cities like Zhonghai and Nanping can be promoted. In other cities, one is that the relevant information is not popular enough, and the other is that the thinking of newborn families is relatively conservative, so few parents choose to preserve umbilical cord blood. Especially a few years ago, the hospital probably wouldn't take the initiative to ask."

Dr. Zhao was a little helpless. He worked in the Children's Hospital for nearly 30 years. In the past two or three years, when he encountered some pregnant women who came to the hospital for treatment, he would tactfully suggest that they could discuss with their families and choose to preserve cord blood when the fetus was born. However, most of the prospective parents rejected his suggestions because they were worried that the elders at home would be afraid and felt that this was not a good sign. Some people also believed that the chance of children suffering from this disease was too small after all, and they would not fall on their heads so unfortunately that they would not fall on their heads without special preparation.

"Are hematopoietic stem cells in the cord blood only?"

Chong Tiange knew that it was too late to regret not preserving the blood of the umbilical cord. Five years ago, he could not have imagined that Chong Jingxuan would suffer such a great pain.

"Actually, we only found it in the bone marrow, so everyone simply called it 'bone marrow transplant'. Look, is this ranking much more familiar? However, as the research deepened, we also found stem cells in peripheral blood and umbilical cord blood, so it is now collectively called hematopoietic stem cell transplantation, not bone marrow transplantation. Mr. Pet, I actually told you so much today, just want to tell you that this disease needs immediate treatment, but it is not helpless. Look, I have analyzed a variety of solutions with you just now. After all, treatment has not officially started, so you can't panic."

Dr. Zhao realized that Chong Tiange could no longer remain calm now. As far as he knew, Chong Jingxuan lived in a single-parent family, and only he was a father. If he was in a state of silence, it would not be of any benefit to the future treatment of the child.

Chong Tiange was silent, reached out and pressed his forehead, forcing himself to calm down first.

"Sorry, I'm going to tell you that I've lived for more than thirty years and have never been so helpless. I have never had my own affairs, whether at work or in life..."

His fingers were trembling slightly, revealing his mood at the moment.

Dr. Zhao nodded and said softly that he understood.

Leaving the doctor's office, Chong Tiange went directly to the rooftop of the hospital inpatient building.

The rooftop was empty, with endless wind whistling by.

He walked to the railing and stood still. The building was very high, and even just looked at it, it could make his legs weak.

Chong Tiange took a look and immediately took a few steps back - he didn't want to die, but just wanted to feel what it was like to be very close to death.

They said that when a woman gives birth, she is equivalent to walking around in front of the gates of hell.

Ye Yingning has experienced it.

Sitting in the car and turning down the road on the mountain is equivalent to facing death.

Ye Yingning has also experienced it.

And now, their children have been targeted by the god of death.

If possible, Chong Tiange really wants to grab it and ask loudly, why do you always choose to attack them? If you have the ability, come to me!

He would rather have something to do than let them have something to do.

But he knew better than anyone else that at this time, he could not have anything to do. He had to live, earn more money, treat Xuanxuan, and be more mentally prepared, because no one could guarantee that the success rate of treatment was 100%, and even if it was only 0.01% possible failure, he could not take it lightly.

After blew the wind on the rooftop for half an hour and sucked out half of the box of cigarettes, Chong Tiange felt that he calmed down a little.

He took the elevator downstairs and left the hospital directly, because now he could not face Chong Jingxuan's cute face as usual. As a father, he didn't know how to tell him the truth, and he didn't want to hide the truth. Chong Jingxuan was very smart. Although he was only five years old, he was not stupid. He had been in the hospital for several days in a row, and perhaps he had understood something.

Perhaps, in the hearts of children, "death" means falling asleep forever, not being able to play with parents, not being able to wear new clothes, not being able to eat good food anymore. It is like the fish disappearing from the bathtub at home, pet dogs that can never be seen again, and little turtles that cannot be crawled.

So simple and so sad.

Chong Tiange knew that he could only choose to temporarily escape Chong Jingxuan's doubts and escape first in a mess.

Unexpectedly, Dr. Zhao lowered his head, thought carefully, and shook his head.

His professional ethics made him have to tell his family the true condition of the patient, and of course he also had to honestly explain the risks that cannot be ignored behind the treatment plan. In fact, there is no treatment method that dares to claim that it is 100% effective, and any medication or surgery may fail.

However, he did not lie. With the current medical level, this disease is no longer a terminal illness that must be mortal. However, during the treatment process, it is time-consuming and cost-effective, and requires the high cooperation of the three parties.

"There is a certain failure rate. If the effect of chemotherapy is not obvious, or there are unbearable side effects, we will consider using other treatment methods."

Dr. Zhao said seriously, and his words made Chongtiange's heart that had just let go of, suddenly hang up again.

Oh my God, his son doesn't know what kind of torture he will suffer in the future!

"Other treatments? What exactly do you mean?"

Chong Tiange asked anxiously that he didn't care how much it would cost now. If possible, he could also send Chong Jingxuan abroad and go to the most advanced hospital for treatment.

"I suggest you don't transfer to the hospital for the time being. If it's just general chemotherapy, our hospital is doing pretty well in this regard. But if hematopoietic stem cell transplantation is needed, it's better to transfer to Zhonghai Hospital."

Dr. Zhao said, pulling open the drawer and taking out a business card from it.

"This is my teacher's business card, please take it first. I will also ask you for your opinion. He is now the vice president of Zhonghai Hospital. Of course, Mr. Chong, you are our Zhonghai business giant and have a wide connection. If you have a familiar medical authority, you can also contact yourself."
Chapter completed!