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Bing Tianyi suddenly felt that something was wrong. He hurriedly pushed open the door, disregarding the nurse's obstruction, and approached Chen Huaqiang to ask, "Uncle, didn't Qian Qian say there was something going on at your factory?"
Chen Huaqiang sighed and looked at Bing Tianyi seriously, saying, "You should go outside for now. I'll explain everything to you later."
Bing Tianyi shook his head, took two steps to the door, closed it tightly, and then turned back to Chen Huaqiang, saying earnestly, "Uncle, I have something very important to discuss with the doctor. Could you and Auntie wait outside for a moment?"
The attending physician and Chen Huaqiang were both surprised. They exchanged glances and then looked at Bing Tianyi curiously, asking, "What is it? You can tell us; it's fine."
Bing Tianyi glanced at Chen Qian's mother sitting in a chair nearby. The middle-aged woman was in tears.
Seeing this, Bing Tianyi couldn't help but murmur, "Do you already know?"
"What do you know?" Chen Huaqiang asked slowly.
"Qian Qian... she only has three months left, right?" Bing Tianyi's voice choked as he looked at Chen Huaqiang and asked softly.
Chen Huaqiang's expression changed to one of surprise as he looked at Bing Tianyi and asked incredulously, "Tianyi, how did you find out?"
With tears welling up in his eyes, Bing Tianyi replied earnestly to Chen Huaqiang, "I just figured it out today, so I rushed to the hospital from outside. I wanted to ask the doctor how her condition is."
The doctor was also taken aback. The test results had just been sent from the provincial capital. Only three people in the hospital knew about it: the hospital director, the head of their department, and himself.
He had planned to discuss with the patient's family about transferring her for treatment but never expected someone would already know about it—and even deduce it.
"Kid, wait a moment. Do you know what disease she has?" The doctor asked Bing Tianyi with curiosity.
Bing Tianyi frowned and said softly, "You are the doctors, and now you come to ask me what illness the patient has?"
"Then how do you know she only has three months left?" the doctor asked again.
"Based on her Ba Zi, she only has three months of life left," Bing Tianyi asserted. However, after saying this, tears fell from his eyes as he pleaded with the doctor, "Doctor, please, no matter how much it costs, I hope you can help her recover."
The doctor sighed helplessly and looked at Bing Tianyi, murmuring, "Child, I have already told the patient's family about this; it's not a matter of money. Pancreatic Cancer is known as the king of cancers. Moreover, the patient's case is quite special; generally, only people over forty can develop Pancreatic Cancer, but the patient is only seventeen. It is almost impossible for someone of this age to have such a disease. Therefore, a cure is also impossible."
"You can't do it at your hospital; does that mean other major hospitals can't either?" Bing Tianyi asked with a frown.
"Don't say it's domestic major hospitals; even some large hospitals abroad cannot cure late-stage Pancreatic Cancer," the doctor said seriously.
"Alright, please stop talking. I want to be alone for a moment," Chen Huaqiang said, looking down at the doctor.
The doctor sighed helplessly and said directly to Chen Huaqiang, "Mr. Chen, don't be too sad."
Chen Huaqiang nodded and took his wife out. As Bing Tianyi stood in the doctor's office and turned to leave, he suddenly stopped and said to the doctor, "Doctor, could you please not tell the patient about this news yet?"
"Don't worry; we won't inform the patient without the family's consent. However..." The doctor paused suddenly.
"Just say what you need to say," Bing Tianyi urged when the doctor hesitated.
The doctor thought for a moment and said seriously to Bing Tianyi, "Since this has happened, I hope you can discuss it with Mr. Chen. The patient's condition allows for outpatient treatment now. You can take her out for some fresh air after her daily infusions; this may help prolong her life to some extent."
After hearing this, Bing Tianyi nodded in thanks.
Once outside, Bing Tianyi looked at Chen Huaqiang sitting in a chair with tears in his eyes. After careful consideration, he approached Chen Huaqiang and said softly, "Uncle, do you have time now? I would like to discuss something with you."
Chen Huaqiang saw the serious expression on Bing Tianyi's face and curiously asked, "What is it? Go ahead and say it."
"This place isn't suitable for discussion. How about we let Aunt go to Qian Qian's ward first?" Chen Huaqiang glanced at his wife, who was in tears, and then quietly said, "You should go and keep our daughter company."
Chen Qian's Mother nodded, and after getting up, she walked heavily toward her daughter's ward.
This painful blow was undoubtedly devastating for this Middle-Aged Woman. However, she also understood that life and death are experiences everyone may encounter. To prevent her daughter from knowing this news, she endured the immense pain within her, wiped away her tears, forced a smile onto her face, and entered her daughter's ward.
Bing Tianyi and Chen Huaqiang left the inpatient department and sat down on a Stone Chair beside the small garden.
Chen Huaqiang sighed with his head down, tears glistening in his eyes as he quietly asked Bing Tianyi, "What do you want to say?"
"Uncle, I want to let Chen Qian be discharged," Bing Tianyi said seriously to Chen Huaqiang.
"What? Let her be discharged? Isn't that just asking for her to die right now?" Chen Huaqiang angrily questioned Bing Tianyi.
"Uncle, are you really planning to let her wait to die in the hospital?" Bing Tianyi asked word by word.
"Enough! Don't say any more; I don't want to hear your nonsense," Chen Huaqiang said as he turned and walked upstairs.
Bing Tianyi stepped forward, grabbed Chen Huaqiang's sleeve, and said earnestly, "Uncle, Qian Qian doesn't have much time left. Even if we wait five years, our country's medical level still can't handle Pancreatic Cancer. Listen to me; while Qian Qian is still alive, let's do our best to help her enjoy the remaining three months."
"Hah! I don't believe it. I refuse to accept that my daughter Chen Huaqiang has such a fate. Just wait; I will definitely find a way to save my daughter," Chen Huaqiang said before turning around and quickly heading toward the Dean's Office.
To prevent any further incidents, Bing Tianyi hurriedly followed him. When they reached the door of the Dean's Office, Chen Huaqiang looked at Bing Tianyi, who had followed closely behind, and said, "Tianyi, you shouldn't come in yet."
Bing Tianyi replied earnestly, "Uncle, please don't get too agitated."
Chen Huaqiang did not speak and turned to push open the door to the Dean's Office.
Upon entering, he saw Director Xiao of the county hospital sitting in front of a computer, currently searching for treatment options for Pancreatic Cancer.
To be honest, this county hospital had never encountered such a case before. Now that they faced it, they were at a loss.
Seeing Chen Huaqiang enter, Director Xiao stood up and said, "Mr. Chen, I have heard about your daughter's situation. I hope you won't be too saddened."
"Director Xiao, is there really no treatment option?" Chen Huaqiang asked excitedly as he strode to Director Xiao's desk.
Director Xiao sighed. In her fifties, she had witnessed many separations between life and death in the hospital. Additionally, as a mother herself, she understood the difficulties faced by family members.
Seeing the intense emotion on Chen Huaqiang's face and his blunt questioning, Director Xiao helplessly replied, "There isn't. It is already in the advanced stage. According to conservative estimates from the provincial hospital, the patient has at most one month left to live."
"Weren't you saying three months?" Chen Huaqiang frowned and directly questioned Director Xiao.
"This is the provincial hospital's conservative estimate. Based on previous cases, three months is unlikely," Director Xiao said seriously.
Chen Huaqiang felt as if he had been struck again; three months had suddenly been reduced to one month.
Thirty days—how fleeting it was...
He was a man, but in the face of such circumstances, he suddenly cried like a child.
Crouching on the floor, Chen Huaqiang held his head and let out muffled sobs. Even Director Xiao, witnessing this scene, couldn't help but shed tears.
"Mr. Chen... if I may say something inappropriate, perhaps you should let the patient be discharged for a while to do things she enjoys. Maybe her condition will improve..."
Director Xiao finished speaking, glanced at Chen Huaqiang on the ground, then lowered his head and turned to leave.
After Director Xiao exited, Bing Tianyi hurriedly entered and approached Chen Huaqiang, looking at him earnestly and saying, "Uncle, let's go upstairs."
Chen Huaqiang did not respond, still crouched on the ground, covering his face and weeping.
Time passed without notice, and only after a while did Chen Huaqiang rise, wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and look at Bing Tianyi seriously, saying, "Tianyi, I have something I want to ask of you. No matter what, you must promise me."
Hearing this, Bing Tianyi noticed the serious expression on Chen Huaqiang's face and couldn't help but curiously ask, "Uncle, what is it?"
"I know this may seem unfair to you and could have a very negative impact on your future, but I hope you can agree. If you do, I will willingly hand over all my assets to you!" Chen Huaqiang said to Bing Tianyi with great emotion.
Upon hearing this, Bing Tianyi had already guessed what Chen Huaqiang was preparing to ask him to do.
But to confirm Chen Huaqiang's intentions, he looked directly at him and asked, "Uncle, just tell me what you want me to do."
"I want you to marry Qian Qian within three days and then take her on a trip; anywhere is fine," Chen Huaqiang said seriously.
Bing Tianyi remained silent, lowering his head in contemplation.
Seeing Bing Tianyi's expression, Chen Huaqiang grabbed his arm and urgently asked, "Do you agree or not?"
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