The pain finally ended.
Chenxing had already reached the door of the examination room, where she dozed off for a mont. Just as the door to the examination room opened from the inside, she heard the commotion and woke up instantly, quickly standing up and looking toward the entrance.
The doctor erged first, followed by Shaocheng, who stepped out with slow strides two minutes later.
His entire expression was faint and indifferent, and he followed the doctor to Tian Buyu’s office.
Inside the office, the doctor gave a detailed explanation of the current treatnt options.
"Mr. Gu, given the worsening state of your condition, we held a collective eting and decided that we should proceed with our latest research-based therapy for you now. However, in terms of risks, there is a sixty percent chance of instability."
"We’re wondering if you’re willing to take a gamble? Please let us know your decision by 3:00 PM tomorrow, if possible."
In another case, involving a patient who similarly developed ALS due to poisoning from the sa dication, they had seen signs of hope. That patient was Miyai’s mistress.
At the ti, after she revealed the truth to Gu Shaocheng, she even wanted to end her own life.
However, Gu Shaocheng stopped her and suggested she co to the rehabilitation center for treatnt.
Of course, it felt sowhat like being a guinea pig.
But she gladly accepted the suggestion.
"We’ve discovered that both you and her share the sa phenonon—TDP-43 in your spinal cord binding to an inflammatory protein called NF-kBp65. In healthy individuals, these two proteins do not bind together. Similarly, for other ALS patients who didn’t develop the condition from this type of poisoning, these proteins also do not bind together. Compared with healthy individuals and those other patients, the spinal cords of both of you contain higher levels of TDP-43 and p65. When the two interact, certain protein factors are synthesized in large quantities, triggering inflammatory reactions and causing the death of nearby neurons."
"After administering an initial ten-day treatnt to her using drugs that inhibit P65 activity, we observed a reduction in neuron damage and disease symptoms."
"What worries us most right now is that ti is not on our side—if your condition continues to accelerate, relying solely on the dications we’ve used previously won’t be able to keep up with the rate of neuron damage."
"If you’re willing to accept drugs that inhibit P65 activity, we will begin specialized treatnt for you starting tomorrow. Of course, please rest assured that before administering any dication to you, we will always first conduct experints on her to ensure we are not recklessly risking the danger level of these drugs."
Chenxing gripped the hem of her coat tightly. "Shaocheng, let’s take the risk, okay?"
"Let think about it a bit more." He didn’t dare to gamble with his own body lightly. To be honest, without a guarantee of certainty, he didn’t want to rashly accept a new treatnt thod.
But the doctor’s concerns weren’t without reason.
Ti waits for no one.
If his condition continued to deteriorate, his hands and legs might eventually beco paralyzed.
Lately, he felt his fingers becoming increasingly clumsy, especially the pinky finger, which seed almost completely out of control. If this kept up, he might soon barely even be able to hold a pen.
Lost in thought, he suddenly felt a small hand grasp his tightly. A warm temperature passed through his palm. He lowered his head and t her gaze. In his eyes was a struggle; in hers was fearless determination.
"Shaocheng, let’s take the risk," Chenxing said again—not as a question, but as a statent.
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