"Now that Qu Haoyan can stand up, I hope he can reduce the time he spends in the wheelchair and try to use a walking aid." Outside the physical therapy room, the attending doctor discussed Qu Haoyan's condition with Han Yi, "He is doing it in private now.

Rehabilitation is still a bit lacking, and if possible, I hope he can do it every day."

"Use less wheelchairs and rehabilitate every day," Han Yi repeated, "Well, I will supervise him."

The doctor added: "Also, his first phase of physical therapy ends today. I know that physical therapy and rehabilitation are a heavy burden on your family, so I want to ask if you want to continue."

Han Yi was stunned. He originally wanted to say that I am not his family member, but he felt that it was meaningless. After saying that, the doctor might not explain his condition to him, so he asked again: "If you don't go to the hospital for physical therapy, what will happen next?"

Woolen cloth?"

"In the follow-up, you can prescribe medicine, buy physical therapy equipment, and do it at home. Of course, that is also an expense, but it is less than the expense in the hospital." The doctor spoke very sincerely, "If your family's conditions permit, of course.

It’s best to do it in the hospital.”

"Then continue to do it." Han Yi made a decision quickly, "Continue to do it in the hospital."

The doctor nodded and opened the order on the computer: "Then you go and pay."

Han Yi took the order, glanced at the price, and asked: "Doctor, Qu Haoyan probably needs a few more courses of treatment to get into a good condition."

The doctor said: "Just two or three courses of treatment. He is recovering well now."

Han Yi handed the bill to the doctor again and said, "Then please help me prescribe the next courses of treatment so that I don't have to run away again and again."

The doctor smiled and said, "You are quite good to your brother."

Han Yi did not deny it, but just said: "I hope you don't tell him about this, and just let him treat it with peace of mind."

The doctor agreed.

When Qu Haoyan came out of the physical therapy room, Han Yi was already leaning in front of a walking aid, looking at him with his arms folded.

Qu Haoyan was stunned: "This is..."

"You're almost done with the wheelchair, it's time to walk." Han Yi said with a slight smile on his face, "You don't have to use this all the time, but sitting all the time will make your leg muscles atrophy, and occasionally

Get up and walk around."

Qu Haoyan thought this was a good idea and tried to stand up from the wheelchair.

But it was always the most difficult at the beginning. Han Yi stepped forward and helped him up, letting him hold on to the assistive device and take a few steps forward.

"Is it okay?" Han Yi asked, "Walking must be very painful and difficult at first."

"I can," Qu Haoyan responded very seriously, "I will use this to go to the thoracic surgery department."

Han Yi raised his eyebrows: "Can you do that? The Thoracic Surgery Department is not close to here."

"Believe me, I can."

Qu Haoyan curled his lips.

Han Yi just walked beside him, watching Qu Haoyan step by step, walking forward with difficulty. He knew that his legs and feet could not use any strength, and he also knew that every step he took must be difficult. After five steps,

Within minutes, Han Yi saw that Qu Haoyan's forehead was already covered with beads of sweat in the winter.

"How about I push the wheelchair to you? You don't have to force it." Han Yi asked worriedly.

But Qu Haoyan gritted his teeth and refused: "Didn't you say you can't give up?"

Han Yi was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and shook his head with a chuckle.

In the end, it took the two of them nearly half an hour to finally reach the thoracic surgery department.

Director Li of the Thoracic Surgery Department is an expert in the treatment of diffuse malignant pleural mesothelioma. When Qu Haoyan was applying for medical insurance for his father, he saw in the medical insurance appointment file that he had made an appointment with this chief expert.

When Qu Haoyan just sat down, Director Li pushed up his glasses with some disbelief: "What's wrong with you young man? You do a CT scan and I'll take a look."

Qu Haoyan said: "Director Li, I am Wang Jibing's son, and my name is Qu Haoyan. I am not seeing a doctor, I just want to consult about my father's condition."

Director Li is indeed an expert in thoracic surgery. Qu Haoyan just mentioned his name and he immediately remembered: "Wang Jibing, is that MPM, diffuse malignant pleural mesothelioma?"

Qu Haoyan nodded immediately: "Yes, he is my father."

Director Li was a little wary and said, "Don't you guys have the same last name?"

"Oh. My surname is my mother's." Qu Haoyan was afraid that the doctor wouldn't believe it, so he took out his mobile phone to show the doctor the inside page of the household registration book he had taken at home. "It's just that my parents are divorced now, and my father's household registration has been moved out."

, this book is an old household registration book that has not been corrected."

"Oh, you're still filming this, I didn't say I didn't believe you." Director Li smiled and shook his head, dug out the treatment files and the CT films from that time from his pile of information, and hung up the films.

"His tumor is quite dangerous. It is already in the middle and late stages and requires surgery. And we can't guarantee that it will be cured with surgery, but we can only say that without surgery, there is no hope."

"Well... I know." Qu Haoyan nodded, "I came here to ask you about the cost of surgery and treatment..."

Director Li pushed up his glasses and inadvertently glanced up at Han Yi, who was standing nearby "listening". Then he looked at Qu Haoyan: "The location of his tumor, look... it's very bad." He said

He used a laser pointer to shine on the CT scan, "So for this operation we will use thoracentesis, pleurodesis, pleural resection, etc. But it is not finished after the operation. The tumor is growing infiltratively in the local area, and surgical resection is an effective treatment."

Based on this, after surgical treatment, the local recurrence rate is as high as 30% to 60%.”

Qu Haoyan frowned, and Director Li added: "So after surgery, radiotherapy is needed to relieve the patient's chest pain, as well as chemotherapy... So the cost of the operation is about 80,000, and the subsequent costs will add up one after another, and it will cost two

About 100,000."

"Oh, like this."

Han Yi clearly saw Qu Haoyan's back tremble from behind.

Director Li said seriously: "Since you came to ask me, I also want to remind you to have your father admitted to the hospital for treatment as soon as possible. He can't wait any longer, you know? You must have surgery as soon as possible."

"I understand. I will admit him to the hospital as soon as possible."

Coming out of Director Li's office, Qu Haoyan looked obviously pale.

"I always thought I could get it for tens of thousands, or at most 100,000... I didn't expect it would cost nearly 200,000. Where can I get 200,000..." Qu Haoyan seemed to collapse, and Han Yi supported him on the chair next to him.

He quickly went to push his wheelchair.

"There is always a way," Han Yi comforted him, "Now you should get your dad hospitalized as soon as possible. How about the money, how about I take care of it..."

"No," Qu Haoyan sat up straight as soon as he heard that Han Yi wanted to help, "Really no, I, I can think of a way. Aren't I contracting to work for a website? I think I can ask the boss

, can you sign a deed of betrayal or something..." He was a little flustered as he spoke, even incoherent.

Han Yi smiled and said: "What a contract to sell yourself, please don't mess around with me."

Qu Haoyan rubbed his hair and leaned back against the wall, seeming to be trying hard to think of a solution.

Han Yi knew that what Qu Haoyan was most afraid of was that he would lend a helping hand to him.
Chapter completed!