Chapter 1182: Chapter 1181: Treatment
Ye Qiu finished reviewing Xia Jing’s condition and came out of the ward. An Lijun’s parents immediately rushed over; it was clear that An Lijun’s situation could no longer wait.
"Doctor Ye, we’ve made up our minds, we’ll proceed exactly as you suggested."
An Lijun’s father said.
"What if he regrets it later?"
"He won’t. Yesterday, I already had a lawyer come over and sign the contract."
An Lijun’s father took out a contract, Ye Qiu looked at it, and it was indeed as he described. Of course, it stated that only if he is truly fully cured will regret not occur.
Ye Qiu smiled, handed the contract back to them, and followed An Lijun’s parents to the critical care ward where An Lijun had been sent by his attending physician to await death.
An Lijun’s wife and other relatives were waiting outside. Now that Ye Qiu had arrived, he pushed open the hospital room door, and as he entered, he already smelled a rotting death—clearly, An Lijun’s situation couldn’t wait any longer.
An Lijun was in a coma; after multiple chemotherapy and radiotherapy sessions, the physical and mental torture each time left him unable to adapt, now only relying on infusions to maintain bodily functions.
As Ye Qiu opened the tubes of medical apparatus on An Lijun’s body, his ECG started to change dramatically.
However, since Ye Qiu was treating him, these things were useless.
Placing his hand on his chest, initially caused by esophageal cancer, the cancer cells had already spread to many parts of the body.
By placing his hand on An Lijun’s chest, Ye Qiu could absorb the cancer cells from his body.
After about half an hour or so, when Ye Qiu withdrew his hand, the cancer cells on An Lijun’s body, including the original remaining cancer cells, had completely disappeared.
Ye Qiu simply slapped his face, and the emaciated An Lijun opened his eyes, looking at Ye Qiu with some fear, said, "Doctor Ye, you must save me, no matter the cost!"
"Last time, I cured you, and you regretted it. Just now, I cured you again, and the cancer cells on your body have completely disappeared. If you don’t act according to what I said and what you promised yourself, you’ll only end up meeting King Yanluo next time."
At this moment, An Lijun realized he truly no longer felt any pain; he was truly healed.
He truly felt the relief of being healthy.
"Doctor Ye, I’ll transfer the funds to you now, and I’ll completely hand over the shares of the Eiffel Chain Hotel to you as well."
"Transfer them quickly, or else you’ll regret it again later."
Human nature is like that.
Ye Qiu had seen it often.
When he allowed An Lijun to directly transfer the funds to him, An Lijun not only transferred benefits he received from the Ning Family but also his own property, all into Ye Qiu’s account.
Of course, even so, Ye Qiu still couldn’t push him to ruin, as he still had his own assets.
Now such a large sum had been transferred to Ye Qiu’s account, though he hadn’t yet received it. After giving him a look, Ye Qiu left the ward.
As soon as he opened the ward door, An Lijun’s family rushed in and saw An Lijun indeed seemed to have come back to life.
"Lijun, how are you?"
"I feel fine."
An Lijun replied.
But thinking of Deng Zhiyong’s situation, he wondered how Deng Zhiyong was doing now?
"How is Zhiyong?"
"His situation is worse than yours; he’s in another critical ward, and his family is preparing for his funeral."
"What? Didn’t his family ask Doctor Ye to treat him?"
An Lijun asked.
"We couldn’t do anything about it."
An Lijun quickly got up to check on Deng Zhiyong’s situation.
Meanwhile, Ye Qiu headed out of the Affiliated Hospital, soon received the transfer from An Lijun.
When he approached his car, Ma Bing was already there waiting.
"Doctor Ye, I’m willing to work in the morgue."
"Okay, I’ll come by in the afternoon and talk to Dean Zhou."
Ye Qiu said.
Getting in the car, he didn’t stay behind, originally planned to have lunch with Wen Xin, but Wen Xin had to continue working.
Ye Qiu drove back to Jin University Campus, and the fourth class in the morning was about to end.
Ye Qiu parked his car outside the boys’ dormitory and went up to the dormitory.
He spent some time playing computer games with Luo Yang, then went with him to No. 1 Dining Hall for lunch.
After lunch, the first two classes in the afternoon were tutor Song Ying’s courses. To Ye Qiu, these classes were too simple.
However, he wanted to experience university life, so he regularly attended.
During the first class in the afternoon, Ye Qiu and Luo Yang took their seats in the classroom; as usual, Song Ying entered and began teaching in English. Whether or not it was understood depended entirely on oneself.
Some couldn’t grasp it and had to record it on their phones, then look it up after class.
After all, most of these students got in by their own efforts, having basic English foundations, and slowly getting used to it made the later English proficiency tests easier.
After two classes, Luo Yang and the others went to play basketball, while Ye Qiu had to head to the Affiliated Hospital.
He knew Deng Zhiyong would definitely beg him for treatment.
Considering the severity of Deng’s situation, if left untreated, soon he would meet King Yanluo.
"Ye Qiu."
Seeing Ye Qiu about to leave, the tutor called him.
Ye Qiu stopped and asked curiously, "Tutor, what’s up?"
"Where are you headed?"
"I have to visit the hospital to treat someone."
Song Ying had long known about Ye Qiu’s extraordinary medical skills, especially how he treated her niece Song Jing.
"What illness?"
"Late-stage stomach cancer, cancer cells have spread throughout the body."
"Is there still hope for recovery?"
To Song Ying, it seemed hopeless.
"There’s hope, as long as there’s still a breath left. Tutor, I have to go save them."
Ye Qiu smiled, no more explaining.
"You go ahead and be busy then!"
Originally, Song Ying wanted to invite Ye Qiu to her home for dinner, especially since Ye Qiu gifted her two bottles of such expensive wine. She had drunk one and had stored the other in her wine cabinet at home; she wasn’t willing to drink it.
But, thinking these wines cost two to three thousand Euros a bottle, and Ye Qiu had given her two, it showed his generosity.
Watching Ye Qiu leave, Song Ying hugged her books and left.
Leaving the teaching building, Ye Qiu returned to the boys’ dormitory, got in his car, and headed toward the Affiliated Hospital.