Yan Shiqi frowned instantly, and was about to speak, but the man had already taken out a black card from his wallet and handed it to Xiao Lin: "Go and open a senior ward." ”

"Okay!" Kobayashi took the card and turned around and walked towards the inpatient department.

Yan Shiqi looked at her back, turned his head to look at Qin Baiyu again, and swallowed what he wanted to say.

……

Outside the door of the emergency room, Yan Shiqi stood near the window, looking at Yan Jun on the hospital bed with bloodless cheeks, and his heart was mixed.

In fact, it has only been two months since they last met.

But now, he looked thin, with slightly sunken cheeks, a thin shirt and knitted vest, and a dark down jacket next to his bed.

I have the impression that he has been used to driving for so many years, so he rarely wears a down jacket.

Today, he is fainted on the street alone.

She stared intently, and a sigh escaped from the corner of her mouth.

Until this winter, he was a father she respected and trusted.

But in just a few months, everything is different.

……

Twenty minutes later, Yan Jun was transferred to the senior ward.

Here, Yan Shiqi is no stranger.

In the ward, Yan Jun was not awake, and the doctor in charge of diagnosing his condition also followed.

He didn't dare to be careless about the people who could stay in the senior ward, and as soon as he walked to the door, he saw a man and a woman standing in the corridor.

He took off his mask, hung it on one side of his ear, and stepped forward suspiciously, "Are you his family?"

Yan Shiqi and the man looked back at the same time, and the doctor saw the man's appearance and was stunned, "Mr. Qin?"

Isn't this Mr. Qin, who was specially announced by the dean of the whole hospital some time ago, and as long as he meets, he must be treated as a guest!

"Hello. Qin Baiyu bowed slightly to the doctor.

Yan Shiqi turned his head to look at the ward, "Excuse me, are his symptoms serious?"

Hearing this, the attending doctor looked at the case in his hand and said in a serious tone, "His condition, in the stomach cancer, can be regarded as an advanced stage."

We just watched the film, and fortunately, the tumor has not metastasized, if it is convenient, it is better to do surgery as soon as possible, so that it can cooperate with the subsequent radiotherapy and chemotherapy. ”

Haven't transferred yet......

In the eyes of the doctors, this is already considered lucky.

Most of the patients who suffer from stomach cancer come to the clinic when they are unwell at an advanced stage, but once the tumor has spread and metastasized, the cure rate is very low.

The doctor looked at the case again, raised his eyes and moved his gaze to Qin Baiyu's body, "Mr. Qin, this patient ...... Is it your family?"

The man's eyes were calm, and he responded lightly, "There is some origin." ”

He didn't say it explicitly, and the doctor didn't inquire anymore.

Walking to the door, he looked inside and said, "His anemia symptoms are somewhat severe, and he is being given a nutrient infusion." According to his current physical condition, it will take a week before the operation can be performed. ”

"Can surgery cure his illness?" Yan Shiqi asked in a low voice.

The doctor said, "Most stomach cancers, as long as they don't spread and are treated properly, have a high cure rate." Of course, it is also necessary to let the patient cooperate with the doctor's treatment, and there is still a lot of hope. ”

Yan Shiqi slowly lowered his eyes, pursed his lips and did not speak again.

The doctor gave a few more polite words of advice, then turned and left the hallway.

At this time, the man grabbed her shoulders and pulled her to her side, raised his hand and pulled her scarf down, revealing her cheeks, "Do you want to go in and have a look?"