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¡°Then, when can I have other examinations?¡±
"Dong Ming has made arrangements, and we can do it now. But since you have just finished the gastroscopy, we still go to draw blood for a blood test first, and then do the enhanced CT after two hours."
Ye Junhao was extremely glad that Er Dongming was a doctor and the dean, and had enough power to help him arrange everything.
"good."
Ye Junhao held his beloved wife's hand tightly and said comfortingly: "Chuchen, relax, your mood is also very important. Believe in medicine, you will definitely be able to successfully fight cancer."
What he wants most is a misdiagnosis!
Chuchen nodded cooperatively.
Next, the couple stayed in the hospital all day, doing various tests.
Some results are not available immediately.
After showing the results to Er Dongming, Er Dongming said to the couple happily: "Fortunately among misfortunes, it has not been transferred yet."
It hasn¡¯t been transferred yet, it¡¯s early stage.
"You go back first, prepare yourself, and go to the Imperial Capital as soon as possible. I will urge them to test the other results as soon as possible. Before you go to the Imperial Capital, I will give the results to you to take with you to the Imperial Capital."
Chuchen already knew that her only hope was the vice president of the Imperial Cancer Hospital.
She just couldn¡¯t bear to leave her four children.
She is going to the imperial capital for medical treatment, not traveling, so she cannot take the children with her.
"We can't even let Mumu know the reason. The child is too smart and matures earlier than other children of the same age. If Mumu knew, I don't know how worried the little guy would be.
After returning from the hospital, Mu Chuchen comforted Ye Junhao.
She knew that Ye Junhao secretly shed tears behind her back, and even when he was eating, he couldn't help but get red eyes while eating.
She just pretended not to know.
"Jun Hao, since there are experts who specialize in treating my disease, don't worry too much. Let's face it bravely, okay?"
Ye Junhao hummed deeply.
When driving, his vision would always blur.
In the past, when I heard that someone was suffering from cancer, I would at most sympathize. But when it was my family¡¯s turn, the painful feeling would not be felt by others even if I told them about it.
"Don't let the two grandfathers know about this. They are old and cannot bear the blow."
Mu Chuchen reminded Ye Junhao, because he was afraid that Mr. Jun and Mr. Ye would not be able to accept that she had cancer at a young age and would instead affect the two elderly people.
"Well, I will hide it from the two old people."
Ye Junhao also agreed to hide the truth from the two old people.
"My eldest brother and the others should keep it a secret for now. Tongtong is still pregnant. I don't want her to worry too much about me at this time."
Ye Junhao said after a moment of silence: "Your eldest brother, he wanted to tell you something, but he hid it from your sister-in-law."
If you don¡¯t tell Mu Zhiyuan, if something happens to Chuchen in the future, Mu Zhiyuan will beat him to death.
Chuchen sighed and stopped talking.
When I returned home, the sun had already set into the sea, and the black sky net was covering the earth bit by bit.
"Dad, mom."
Mumu heard the familiar sound of a car and quickly ran out of the house.
"Aunt Mu."
Following Mu Mu was Yan Kong Xiaoxiao.
As soon as the car stopped, Chuchen quickly got out of the car, took a few steps forward with a smile, then squatted down and waited for her son to plunge into her arms.
"Mother."
Mumu did not disappoint Chuchen and plunged into her arms like a happy bird.
Chuchen just squatted and hugged him like this, but did not pick him up.
Although she was in confinement, it was not suitable for her to exert great strength because she was born by caesarean section. Mumu was almost four years old and her height and weight had increased, so she could not hold Mumu.
Chuchen hugged Mumu tightly, so tightly that Mumu raised her face in confusion and asked suspiciously: "Mom, what's wrong with you?"
(ps: Dear friends, don¡¯t worry, I won¡¯t write a tragic ending. The process may be very torturous, but I promise it won¡¯t be a tragedy. In fact, this is my psychological journey three years ago. Because I have experienced it personally, it may be difficult to write about it. It will be particularly torturous, just like writing a memoir.) (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com