MMB Chapter 1446 The Terrifying Power of a Grandmaster's Medical Skills
Chapter 1446 The Terrifying Power of a Grandmaster's Medical Skills
Ten minutes later, Xu Zhengyang's black sedan came to a precise stop in front of the brightly lit entrance of the emergency department building of Donghai First People's Hospital with a near-drifting maneuver.
Before the car had even come to a complete stop, An Ran, in the back seat, flung open the door like a startled fawn. She didn't even care if her high heels were secure; she stumbled out and lunged at the revolving glass door. Her movements were even faster than Chen Jun's, a soldier, her back conveying a desperate urgency.
Chen Jun followed closely behind, getting out of the car. His military boots stomped firmly on the ground as he strode into the emergency room.
The air, thick with the scent of disinfectant mixed with anxiety and sadness, was filled with a cacophony of voices, the clatter of an ambulance wheel, the cries of a child, and the frantic shouts of a nurse—all blending together to create a chilling background noise.
His sharp gaze swept quickly across the hall, immediately locking onto An Ran in the corner and her swaying mother beside her.
An Ran was clinging tightly to a middle-aged doctor who had just come out of the emergency room, his white coat still showing signs of haste. Her voice was strained with fear, and she spoke rapidly: "Doctor! Doctor! My father, An Jianguo! How is he? What's wrong? Is it serious?"
The doctor removed his mask, his face bearing a professional heaviness and undisguised exhaustion. He glanced at the preliminary report in his hand, his tone flat, even somewhat coldly businesslike: "The patient is An Jianguo? Preliminary diagnosis... late-stage malignant tumor, multiple metastases. The situation is very bad. The current plan is to remove the main lesions as soon as possible, combined with systemic chemotherapy and possible radiotherapy. But..."
He paused, his gaze sweeping over An Ran and her pale-faced mother, seemingly choosing his words carefully, but his words remained cruel: "However, given the patient's current physical condition and the extent of the tumor's spread, this type of surgery carries extremely high risks. In China... even in our hospital, the success rate... is not optimistic. Post-operative recovery, complications, and the devastating impact of subsequent treatments on the body and immune system... you, the family, must be prepared. Now, you need to decide as soon as possible whether to accept the surgery and the subsequent treatment plan."
"What...what do you mean?" An Ran's voice trembled violently. She seemed not to have fully understood, or perhaps she didn't want to understand. "The success rate isn't high? What...what is it? Doctor, please, please, think of something, use the best medicine, the best doctor..."
“My meaning is very clear,” the doctor interrupted, his tone slightly curt, as if he were used to this kind of reaction, his brow furrowed. “It’s late stage, the condition is very complicated, and with our current technology and medications, we’re not entirely confident we can control it. You should discuss it and give me an answer as soon as possible; the patient doesn’t have much time left.” After saying that, he shook his head, a helpless, bitter smile on his face, and prepared to turn and leave to continue his busy work.
"Pfft!"
There was a muffled sound.
Anran's mother, the middle-aged woman who had been holding on but could no longer bear this devastating news, suddenly felt dizzy and her body went limp, collapsing backward. Fortunately, Chen Jun, who had been closely watching their condition, nimbly stepped forward like a cheetah and reached out his strong arm to steady his mother-in-law's collapsing body.
"Mom! Mom!" An Ran exclaimed, forgetting to chase after the doctor, and rushed over. Chen Jun carefully helped his mother-in-law to sit down on a waiting chair next to him, letting her lean against him.
Having just settled his nearly unconscious mother-in-law, Chen Jun looked up and saw An Ran slowly and weakly squat down. She covered her face tightly with her hands, her thin shoulders heaving violently, suppressed, broken sobs leaking from between her fingers, quickly turning into uncontrollable weeping. This female officer, exceptionally strong both on the battlefield and at work, finally broke down in the face of the immense fear and grief of potentially losing a loved one, crying like a helpless child, tears streaming down her face.
The hospital's stark white lights shone on her trembling figure, outlining a grief that penetrated to the bone. The surrounding noise seemed to vanish instantly, leaving only her heartbreaking sobs.
"Anran, don't cry." Chen Jun's voice rang out, not loud, but unusually steady, carrying a strange comforting power that pierced through Anran's sobs. He knelt down, gently putting one arm around Anran's shoulder, while the other hand soothed his mother-in-law, whose breathing was rapid and whose consciousness was gradually returning. "Dad will be wheeled out of the emergency room soon. We need to control our emotions and not let him know the specifics beforehand, otherwise it will affect his mindset and be detrimental to his subsequent treatment."
His words were like a bucket of cold water mixed with reason, jolting Anran and her mother, who were immersed in immense grief, into a jolt. Yes, patients need confidence and stability the most. The mother gasped for breath, trying to calm herself, while Anran forced herself to stop crying, wiping away tears from her face with the back of her hand. Although her eyes were still red and her body was still trembling slightly, she forced herself to stand up and straighten her back.
Just then, the door to the emergency room opened again. Several nurses pushed out a mobile hospital bed. Lying on the bed was An Ran's father-in-law, An Jianguo. His face was ashen, his eyes were closed, and an oxygen mask covered his mouth and nose, with a transparent oxygen tube winding its way to the oxygen cylinder at the head of the bed. His chest rose and fell slightly with his breathing, but he exuded an aura of extreme weakness, as if the light of life was slowly draining from him.
“Dad!” Anran and her mother rushed to the bedside at the same time, their voices choked with sobs.
Chen Jun immediately went over. Unlike ordinary family members who simply watched with concern, he extended his right hand and seemingly naturally and gently placed it on his father-in-law's wrist, which was exposed outside the blanket. The gesture was ordinary, as if he were checking the old man's temperature or pulse. But the instant his fingertips touched the skin, Chen Jun's mind stirred, and his newly advanced "Hacker Medical Skill," vast and boundless, activated like a precision instrument, instantly began operating at full power!
An invisible and profoundly mysterious perception, like the most sophisticated bioelectric scanner, quietly but rapidly "seeped" into An Jianguo's body, starting from the point of contact. The old man's body structure, blood circulation, organ condition, and the location of lesions... instantly appeared in Chen Jun's consciousness in the form of incredibly clear and three-dimensional "images" and "data streams"!
This sensation was incredibly miraculous, defying full explanation by modern science. Ancient, unparalleled physicians might have achieved a level of "internal vision" through observation, auscultation, inquiry, and palpation, able to diagnose lung ailments simply by listening to a cough. But Chen Jun, with his master-level medical skills and extraordinary perception and data processing abilities, completed a "holographic scan" of his father-in-law's entire body with a simple physical contact! This was clearer and more comprehensive than all the most advanced modern medical imaging equipment combined, including CT, MRI, and PET-CT! He could not only see the shape, location, size, and infiltration relationship of lesions with surrounding tissues, but also "perceive" the stagnation of qi and blood, the strength of organ function, and even abnormal signals at the cellular level!
At the same time, a vast amount of medical knowledge, tens of thousands of case experiences, various known or theoretically existing treatment plans, drug combinations, surgical approaches, postoperative care plans... are like a rushing river, automatically matching, analyzing, deducing, and optimizing with the scan results.
Almost in the blink of an eye, several optimal and suboptimal treatment plans for An Jianguo's current condition, along with detailed information such as corresponding risks, prognosis, and timelines, had already formed in Chen Jun's mind like a tide, clearly organized and logically rigorous.
This is the terrifying aspect of master-level medical skills! It is not merely an accumulation of knowledge and experience, but a kind of intuitive diagnostic and treatment ability that transcends the cognitive limits of ordinary doctors and is close to the "Tao".
"Thankfully... this skill came just in time." Chen Jun felt a little relieved, his emotions instantly becoming incredibly calm, even displaying the composure and professionalism of a doctor facing a complex case. "The tumor has indeed spread, but it's not entirely hopeless. The key areas are concentrated in the liver and lymph nodes. With surgical removal combined with targeted drugs and special integrated traditional Chinese and Western medicine treatment, there's a greater than 90% chance of a complete cure, while preserving organ function to the greatest extent possible and minimizing trauma to the body... Anran, your father, even if he wanted to die, it would be difficult." This judgment was absolutely certain in his heart.
He calmly withdrew his hand, as if he had merely checked the old man's pulse, and then said to the nurse beside him, "Let's move the patient to the intensive care unit first; he needs quiet and continuous monitoring."
Soon, An Jianguo was wheeled into a special care ward next to the intensive care unit. Through the glass window, it was clear that the elderly man was still unconscious, with various monitoring devices attached to him.
Anran and her mother stood in the corridor, looking at her father in the hospital room. The grief they had just forcibly suppressed surged up again. They avoided the gaze of others, hugged each other tightly, and, suppressing their sobs, wept bitterly.
“Anran… Your father has worked hard all his life, but he’s so stubborn. He never wants to get a checkup. He always says he’s as strong as an ox and that a good mindset is better than anything else… I’ve tried to persuade him so many times… Waaah… How could it be such a big problem when the checkup comes out… What are we going to do? The sky has fallen!” The mother’s voice was filled with regret, helplessness and despair.
“Mom…don’t say anymore…didn’t the doctor say the success rate is too low…Dad…he worked hard his whole life, just when we were starting to have a better life, he didn’t even have a chance to enjoy it…how could…how could it be so late-stage…” Anran’s voice was broken, tears soaking her mother’s shoulder. “What should we do? Transfer to another hospital? Go abroad? Find the best doctor? We’ll spend any amount of money!”
"Yes! Yes! Transfer to another hospital! Find the best doctor!" The mother, as if grasping at a lifeline, abruptly raised her head, her eyes blurry with tears, to look at Chen Jun, who had stood silently to the side. She suddenly realized that her son-in-law was no ordinary man! "Little Chen! Chen Jun! You're a general! You know so many people, you have so many connections! Could you...could you use the country's resources to help your father...help your father find the best oncology specialist in the country, no, the world? Please!"
An Ran, as if reminded, immediately turned to look at Chen Jun, her eyes filled with hope and pleading. In her mind, her husband was almost omnipotent, always able to create miracles. "Husband...you have a way, right? You must be able to contact the best doctors and save Dad!"
Facing the expectant gazes of his two closest female relatives, who placed almost all their hopes on him, Chen Jun felt a surge of warmth in his heart, but even more so, a heavy sense of responsibility. He hesitated for a moment, his expression becoming serious and earnest.
“Mom, Anran,” his voice was not loud, but every word was clear and strong, “Given Dad’s current condition, the cancer cells have begun to spread. Time is of the essence. There is no longer time to slowly search, contact, and invite outside experts to come for consultation and surgery. The bumpy ride and waiting during the transfer will only make the condition worse.”
He paused for a moment, his gaze calmly meeting An Ran's suddenly surprised and confused look, and slowly said, "However, you don't need to worry. I'm confident I can cure Dad's illness."
He took a deep breath and said something that stunned the two of them: "How about this, I'll perform the surgery on him myself."
"You're here to perform the surgery?!"
An Ran almost thought she had misheard; her eyes widened in disbelief. In her mind, Chen Jun was a war god, a commander, a chip expert, and an all-powerful husband… but she had never known, nor heard of, that he could treat illnesses, let alone perform surgery on patients with terminal cancer! These were completely unrelated fields!
"Xiao Chen... this... this is cancer! Surgery is no joke! You... you're not a doctor!" Anran's mother was also stunned, her voice filled with disbelief and worry.
Chen Jun knew this would be difficult to explain. He couldn't very well say, "I just touched Dad's hand and I know exactly where his lesion is, how to cut it, what medicine to use, how to recover after surgery, and I'm over 90% sure," could he? That sounded too far-fetched. He could only choose the most direct way, the one that would best gain their trust.