West Gate District, Ren’an Hospital.
It was just past eight in the morning, and the twin rows of benches outside the operating theater were already occupied by several people.
Ding.
The elevator doors opened, and Fang Cheng stepped out.
With breakfast and hot drinks he’d bought from downstairs in both hands, he quickly made his way toward the waiting area.
Upon seeing Fang Cheng appear, the people waiting outside the operating room all stood up, starting to speak.
"Ah Cheng, no need to be so formal, we’re all family."
"Co have a seat, have a seat, don’t wear yourself out..."
Fang Cheng nodded towards everyone, simply saying it was nothing.
Li Biyun was also among the crowd, quickly taking the breakfast and hot drinks from her son’s hands to distribute to the others.
They were all relatives from the countryside who had co especially to visit their grandfather. It was necessary to observe basic courtesy towards the elders who were advanced in years.
Perhaps because they hadn’t seen each other for a long ti, the relatives were quite interested in Fang Cheng’s current situation and chatted with him in succession.
So asked about his work situation, while others inquired if Fang Cheng had a girlfriend and expressed their willingness to help introduce him to soone.
With the casual chatters, the sowhat oppressive atmosphere was diluted a bit.
Like this, everyone waited outside the operating room for about three hours.
Until after 12 o’clock noon.
With the green light on, the large door slowly opened.
Several doctors and nurses in green surgical attire, took off their masks, looking exhausted as they walked out.
Fang Cheng and Li Biyun both stood up at once, looking anxiously at the doctors.
The other relatives who were talking also gathered around.
"Family of patient in bed twenty-nine, are you here?"
An older male doctor scanned the crowd.
"We are!"
Li Biyun stepped forward anxiously and asked, "How’s my dad doing?"
"Here’s the situation, the surgery was completed successfully."
"The lesion has been mostly excised, though the patient hasn’t totally left the critical period. We must keep an eye out for risks of postoperative bleeding and infection. The patient will be transferred to the ICU for observation and treatnt for so ti..."
The male doctor earnestly and in detail introduced the patient’s condition.
Hearing this, Fang Cheng breathed a sigh of relief, holding his mother’s slightly trembling hand.
From the doctor’s manner of speaking, there had been no complications during the surgery, which should be considered a great success. However, it was standard for the person in charge of the surgery to lean on the conservative side.
Hearing this news, everyone else also felt a little more at ease.
What follows is to see the specific recovery post-operation.
If everything goes as discussed with the family before the surgery—if the surgery is indeed successful and the recovery goes smoothly—followed by regular adjuvant chemotherapy, there is more than a 90% chance of the patient surviving for five years, and a good possibility for over ten years.
Speaking of which, the world’s technology tree seems to have grown a bit oddly.
While other industries are relatively underdeveloped, dical standards are much higher than in the previous world, especially in terms of cancer treatnt, which has achieved significant breakthroughs.
If it weren’t for the grandfather’s old age and deteriorated constitution, and that the tumor is nearing its terminal stage, had it been a younger person with a stronger constitution, it wouldn’t be surprising to live decades post-surgery without relapse.
After all, even a biochemistry maniac has erged, so civilian dical technology definitely wouldn’t be low-grade.
Thinking of Noah Organization’s experints, which are nearly science fiction, Fang Cheng felt stable in his emotions and held great confidence in his grandpa’s recovery after surgery.
As evening approached,
The visiting relatives one by one began to leave.
After sending off the last elder aunt, Fang Cheng folded back to the hospital, joining his mother to keep watch outside the ICU.
Through the thick glass window of the ward, his grandfather lying on the hospital bed could be seen.
He had an oxygen tube inserted, already having woken up once before, and now had fallen unconscious again.
Although the life signs on the monitoring equipnt showed low, it was still within the normal range.
Therefore, Fang Cheng and his mother had the leisure to discuss the recent situation of Uncle Li Dingjian.
In fact, since he had planned to start a business, his visits to the hospital had decreased, and he seed very busy.
Lately, he’d been elusive. For half a month, there had been no sign of him, and his phone was powered off.
The relatives who were not aware of the situation thought he’d relapsed into his old habits and criticized him.
Hearing her son bring up this matter, Li Biyun expressed her worries:
"Actually, your uncle originally intended to pay for this surgery out of his own pocket. On the day you went for the exam, he deposited two hundred thousand into my account."
Fang Cheng was surprised to hear this:
"Did his business really succeed?"
"Who knows."
Li Biyun frowned slightly and shook her head:
"I’ve been hesitant to use that money. With how he’s behaving now, it doesn’t seem like he’s doing anything legitimate."
"I’m worried he might be doing sothing illegal. If that cos to light, returning the money proactively might help in getting leniency."
Hearing his mother say this, Fang Cheng didn’t know how to react right away.
Emotionally, he hoped his uncle could rise above and truly make sothing of himself.
But rationally, he couldn’t help but agree with his mother’s suspicions.
After all, his uncle was soone with a criminal record.
After comforting his mother for a bit, learning that today was her day off, Fang Cheng then urged her to go ho and rest well, assuring her that him being there was sufficient.
These past few months, his mother had been indeed too hard-working, both having to work and take care of their grandfather.
Fortunately, the tough tis would soon turn into sweet rewards.
Fang Cheng mused to himself.
He currently had over four hundred thousand in cash on hand, and there were two valuable items with Ma Donghe that hadn’t been sold yet.
If he added a few antique artifacts from the sunken ship from Yong’an Island.
Right now, he might not be a millionaire just yet, but he certainly could be considered fairly well-off.
Once grandpa is transferred to a regular ward, they will hire two caregivers to take turns looking after him 24 hours a day.
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