Surgery Godfather
Chapter 1380 - 1045 Cactus_2

Chapter 1380: Chapter 1045 Cactus_2

But no matter how hard Professor Su pondered, he couldn’t figure out what the grand gift was. The more he thought about it, the stronger his curiosity grew.

"Can’t you at least give a hint?"

Huang Jiacai still shook his head: "If I give a hint, it would be equivalent to telling Professor Su directly."

Since that was the case, Professor Su couldn’t press the matter further. He knew he would find out at the wedding anyway, but not knowing now made him itch with curiosity. People are curious creatures after all.

After wandering around the manor-style hotel purchased by Ruixing Group for half a day, Professor Su went back to look after his grandson.

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The time for Sisi’s follow-up had come again. Due to recent changes in her condition, the frequency of her check-ups had increased. Whenever possible, Yang Ping used MRI instead of CT to avoid the ionizing radiation of CT scans, which could have negative effects on the body after extensive use. MRIs, on the other hand, did not involve ionizing radiation and had virtually no side effects.

The results of the follow-up were very pessimistic. Compared to before, the metastatic tumors had spread further, and the intracranial tumors were diffusely expanding, now invading the brainstem area. However, it had not yet reached a critical unknown point, so there were no severe symptoms at the moment.

However, Sisi was now experiencing noticeable dizziness and occasionally unexplained palpitations. These were actually symptoms caused by the tumor, just not obviously so yet.

MRI images of Sisi’s various parts were displayed on the electronic screen, everyone gathered around the screen, frowning deeply.

Because everyone treated Sisi like a little sister, all fond of this clever little girl, everyone was in a heavy mood.

Because even Yang Ping, who possessed world-class surgical skills, seemed helpless now. Surgery is not omnipotent; it can only solve issues within its applicable scope, and Sisi’s problems were now beyond the scope of surgical solutions.

Radiation therapy?

No way, it had already been confirmed that radiation therapy was ineffective for this type of tumor. Using it again would be akin to suicide.

Chemotherapy?

That would be rehashing the old methods. Yang Ping vividly remembered the first serious assessment of Sisi: her face was sallow, her body thin, her hair sparse, even with strands of gray and blond, and her appetite was extremely poor.

Had it not been for Yang Ping’s careful thought, decisively ending the radiation and chemotherapy, and boldly using the Gamma Knife based on ultrasound to treat Sisi, she probably wouldn’t have survived till now, let alone be in such good health.

If radiation and chemotherapy were used again, going back to the old ways, once they destroyed the painstakingly rebuilt immune status, there might be no more time to wait for new treatments.

But discarding these traditional treatment methods, Sisi had no other treatment options left, like targeted therapy or cell therapy, which are cutting-edge yet ineffective against this type of tumor. The K-factor that he had researched was initially a promising find, but while it performed well against tumor cells outside the body, it failed to function inside and was mostly cleared out by the body’s immune system before it even reached the tumor cells.

Yang Ping was in a real dilemma, but he still maintained his composure. Having been trained in System Space for a long time, he was able to maintain enough willpower to remain calm in the face of any highly challenging medical case.

"Professor? I’m afraid surgery isn’t an option. This is diffuse growth."

Song Zimo broke the silence.

Yang Ping hummed in response, uncharacteristically silent. If it had been before, he definitely would have said not to worry, or to get hospitalised for surgery first. But this time he just hummed.

Song Zimo already understood; there was absolutely no hope for surgery. Even if there was a shred of hope, Yang Ping would not have just hummed.

Diffuse growth made it impossible to separate the tumor from normal tissue, like water poured into soil, dye seeping into flour, or sugar dissolving in water - it’s impossible to separate them mechanically.

If surgery was truly necessary, it could only involve removing the tumor together with the intermingled normal tissue, the consequence of which would be the immediate death of the patient. Because the tumor was invading the most vital part of the brain, which controls a person’s life.

Besides the tumor in her brain, Sisi also has several scattered metastatic spots in her lungs, liver, and abdominal cavity. Despite all of Yang Ping’s efforts, he couldn’t prevent this outcome, and inevitably felt very sad inside.

However, his long-term professional training taught him not to empathize. Once one empathizes, it’s easy to lose rationality and become agitated.

The initial plan was to discuss Sisi’s condition, but now there isn’t much value in discussing it. The situation is there: malignant, late-stage, spreading. The previously available Gamma Knife isn’t applicable, and conventional radiotherapy and chemotherapy are meaningless. They would only accelerate the deterioration of her condition, leaving no necessity for discussion.

After reviewing Sisi’s medical images, Wang Changxin and his wife visited Yang Ping’s office. They had returned early from abroad to prepare for Yang Ping’s wedding. They had recognized Sisi as their god-daughter, so they were particularly concerned about her illness.

"How is the child’s condition?" Wang Changxin asked anxiously.

Yang Ping responded vaguely, "It’s currently under analysis."

"Ah, Professor Yang, use the best methods, the best medicine. Don’t worry about the cost, I will cover whatever her medical expenses entail," said Wang Changxin. He is a straightforward person, so he spoke directly.

"I know, some things can’t be solved with money. The situation is complex now, I need to think carefully," Yang Ping advised them not to worry.

Wang Changxin nodded, "Then I won’t disturb you. We’ll head back first, let me know if there’s any update. We really entrust this child to you." After saying this, Wang Changxin bowed and left Yang Ping’s office with his wife.

Yang Ping rested for a while in his office and then went to Sisi’s ward. Her cactus had grown quite large; when he first saw it, it was only slightly bigger than a thumb, but now it was at least the size of two or three palms.

"Your pet has grown so vigorously; it’s gotten so big."

Yang Ping noticed the cactus in the corner; the ward had good lighting, allowing the cactus to receive some daily sunlight.

"Its life force is extraordinarily tenacious."

Sisi was sitting by the window reading a book. The ward door was open. Seeing Yang Ping enter, she immediately closed her book.

The children are in their peak growth phase, so every time Yang Ping saw Sisi, she seemed much taller, inheriting potentially good height from either her mom or dad in the future.

The young girl, with her hair tied back in a ponytail, appeared very spirited. Having prepared herself psychologically for the worst regarding her condition, she always seemed very calm.

Previously, Yang Ping would talk to her about her condition and explain her re-examination results, but this time Yang Ping didn’t mention her condition. Instead, he chatted with her about her studies and didn’t touch upon any topics related to her illness.

Sisi didn’t ask either; she seemed indifferent about her condition, not appearing like a patient undergoing re-examination.

While chatting, Yang Ping and Sisi started talking about how to take care of cacti and other desert plants. As they talked, they squatted next to the pot of cacti, chatting with the real thing at hand, while Sisi shared her knowledge of cacti with Yang Ping.

Seeing this, Yang Ping reflected that the child was in good spirits and had a positive mental state, which was enough. He decided not to talk further about her condition.

Just as she had once said, every flower has its own blooming season. No matter the duration, as long as it can bloom its own beauty, that’s enough.

He remembered how the child once mentioned that her only regret was that her parents had not yet had a second child.

Oh!

For some reason, the normally non-empathetic Yang Ping couldn’t help but feel a bit heartbroken.

Actually, a child’s understanding often exceeds what adults anticipate; it’s just that adults don’t realize it, always assuming that children understand nothing.