Chapter 1495: There will definitely be a miracle
Herbert picked up the receiver and held it up to his eyes to check. Seeing that it was not broken, he could only speak again,ââI donât know what you just said, Gurner, but I think the signal of an overseas phone may not be very stable.â
âItâs like this. Itâs probably because the food is delicious that she can eat more.â Ling Hong repeated.
Gurner, even if you donât want to tell me, you donât have to give me such an excuse for your special treatment.â Herbert spread out his hands.
âNo, no, no. Please donât misunderstand me, professor Herbert. Iâm telling the truth. In fact, she can only eat that kind of food in one shop. She canât eat that much food anywhere else.â Ling Hong said.
âCould it be that thereâs something special about that shop?â Herbert felt the sincerity in Ling Hongâs tone and believed him for the time being. Then, he asked.
âThereâs something special about it. The chef in that restaurant is very good, better than most people in the world. â Ling Hong said.
âIt looks like itâs at the level of a Michelin three star.â Herbert said in a mocking tone.
âHeâs much better than a three-star Michelin chef. After all, many three-star Michelin chefs have been defeated by him.â Ling Hong said.
Other people might not know, but Ling Hong knew that Dean, Chu Xiao and Gabriel were all three star Michelin chefs.
âIf thereâs a chef whoâs a 3-star Michelin chef, then itâs understandable that youâd eat more. After all, itâs hard to resist food thatâs too delicious.â Herbert said with difficulty.
Ling Hong didnât explain that Yuan Zhou wasnât specifically cooking for ruan Xiaoqing. Instead, he continued to ask,ââThen, can this situation sustain a longer life?â
âOr should I say, better? After all, the previous doctor said that it was only two months, but it has already been more than two months. Could it be that it is getting better?â Ling Hong asked nervously.
âGurner, I think you know that the survival rate for pancreatic cancer in the past five years is less than 1%, and itâs one of the malignant tumors with the worst prognosis. Moreover, even though the early diagnosis of pancreatic cancer is not high, the mortality rate for surgery is very high, and the recovery rate is very low. So, since it has been confirmed to be in the late stage, the situation you mentioned should not be possible.â Herbertâs voice was especially heavy and low when he was talking about the death rate of pancreatic cancer.
âBut she can eat now, and sheâs in good spirits.â Ling Hong muttered.
âYes, this can ensure the vitality of her life, and it can indeed increase her vitality.â Herbert said.
As a matter of fact, by now, Herbert basically had a certain understanding of the information provided by Ling Hong. In his opinion, Ling Hongâs female friend, wife, or girlfriend must have contracted a similar illness. However, he didnât tell her about it and thus asked her in secret.
After all, such a situation wasnât uncommon in Herbertâs eyes. Therefore, Herbertâs tone became a little gentler, which was rare. He no longer blamed Ling Hong for asking such a random question without providing the patientâs information.
âThen is it possible, I mean a one in ten thousand chance, that itâs just like this, or that it can last for a long, long time?â Ling Hong didnât give up and continued asking.
âHey Gurner, Iâve never denied the existence of miracles. Sometimes, such miracles do exist, but itâs as unpredictable as Godâs mood.â Herbert said helplessly.
âAlright, I understand.â Ling Hong said.
âThatâs good. I look forward to the opportunity to meet your friend.â Herbert said.
âAlright, Iâll bring her here when I have the chance.â Ling Hong said.
âThen, Gurner, goodbye.â Herbert looked at the time and saw that it had been exactly 30 minutes. He then hung up the phone.
âDu du duâ. Ling Hongâs phone emitted a busy tone indicating that the call had been hung up. Then, it jumped back to the power-on page. He held the phone and couldnât help sighing.
âNo, no, no, I canât sigh. I think thereâs still a chance. After all, even Dr. Herbert said that there might be a miracle, not to mention that she can still eat now.â When he said the last sentence, Ling Hongâs voice was especially gentle.
Ling Hong couldnât help revealing a faint smile as if he had just recalled how ruan Xiaoqing usually ate.
âHerbert must be very shocked that little Qing could eat so much. But luckily, Yuan Zhou is here.â Ling Hong couldnât help but recall Herbertâs surprise just now and felt slightly relieved.
Herbert couldnât help but mumble after he hung up the phone,ââI wonder what kind of delicious food is able to feed pancreatic cancer patients?â
âIf thereâs a chance, Iâll do some research.â Herbert muttered.
âProfessor Herbert, your next client is about to arrive. Do you need me to do anything?â The female assistant, Dolis, interrupted Herbertâs thoughts.
âNo need, just bring him in.â Herbert shook his head.
âOkay, doctor.â âYes.â Dolis nodded and closed the door.
Of course, Ling Hong didnât know these things since he was far away from them. When he saw the time, it was already 4:15 am. He hurriedly put down the documents in his hands and prepared to wash up and go to bed.
After all, he had to have breakfast with ruan Xiaoqing in the morning. Although they didnât make an appointment, the two had some tacit understanding.
Apart from being sick, Ling Hong and ruan Xiaoqing had become good friends and they had more topics to talk about.
As they talked about more things, she also realized that the things they hated were very similar, although they liked different things.
Didnât an old man in a Japanese drama once say that it didnât matter if the things they liked were different? what determined the future of a couple was whether the things they hated were the same.
It just so happened that Ling Hong and ruan Xiaoqing hated the same thing, which also decided their relationship to be more intimate now.
Before lying down on the bed, Ling Hong was still asking,âXiao Qing said that she wonât be going back for the new year this year, so I have to quickly finish my work at the company and spend more time with her. This can also increase the time we can spend together.â
With this in mind, Ling Hong fell asleep in a good mood. Two hours later, he was woken up by the alarm clock at 6:30.
After washing up and putting on his clothes, Ling Hong walked straight to the door. He had to go to Taoxi road as soon as possible and then wait to have breakfast with little Qing.
On the way, he passed by the living room and bumped into grandfather Ling who had woken up early. Ling Hong quickly greeted him and then went out immediately.
At that moment, grandfather Ling didnât have time to answer. Seeing Ling Hong walking out of the door quickly, he couldnât help but say to the old Adjutant beside him,ââLook at this kid, itâs better to give birth to a piece of fat pork than to give birth to him. At least you can still eat a piece of meat.â
âOld man, if this is a piece of fat pork, Iâm afraid I canât call you grandfather.â The old Adjutant clearly understood what grandfather Ling was thinking and smiled.
âHmph, it was okay when I was young, but now that Iâm older, I canât anymore. You donât even know how to bring me to eat more delicious food.â Grandfather Ling snorted.
âOld man, you want to go to boss Yuanâs restaurant, right?â The old Adjutantâs words hit the mark.
âOld friend, you know me best. Letâs go for dinner today.â Grandfather Ling said immediately.
âAlright, Iâll do as you say.â The old Adjutant did not object and nodded.
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