Chapter 659

It's just... Can a person live with a broken stomach?

Also, in the lung incision, can really come back better?

Although he trusted mu Qingge, he still couldn't help asking, "Princess Jue, do you have a grudge with me?" Is she sure she's not playing with him?

Mu Qingge blinked. He didn't know why

"I'm serious." Rong Qingzhi pursed his lips and said, "is there any hatred between us?"

"No!" He's out of his mind. What's that?

Looking at her serious face, Rong Qingzhi closed his eyes and sighed.

In fact, at this moment, he really wants her to answer him in the affirmative

"Uncle Huang?" Mu Qingge looked at Rong Qingzhi's white face and knew that he was worried. He said: "although the tumor resection operation is risky, you are in the early stage. If I perform the operation myself, at least I have a chance of success."

**What's the chance of success?

That's a big chance. However, as soon as he thought of the scene of cutting things in his lungs, he felt that it was ridiculous.

However, he can see that mu Qingge is serious.

He tried to keep his voice steady, and said with expectation: "Princess Jue, if you don't have an operation, what will happen?"

"If you don't have surgery, the tumor in the lung will grow and grow, and it's very life-threatening."

Rong Qingzhi listened and asked, "how long will the tumor probably last to kill me?"

"It's not sure. It depends on the transformation of cancer cells." Mu Qingge told the truth, "some people can live more than ten years, some people can live less than a year, or even die in a few months."

Ten years, a few months

Rong Qingzhi is still young. He can't help but be afraid to hear these times.

He is romantic and uninhibited. He has spent many years in other places, and his days are so empty and pathetic. He once thought that it was better not to have such a life.

However, he never really thought that he would die one day.

And this dead word is so close to me!

Besides, he doesn't want to die now

He tried to stabilize his mood, let himself look calm, "Princess Jue, Zhongyong Hou's leg... Is it good for surgery?"

"No Mu Qingge shook his head, "cousin's leg is not part of the tissue damage, his condition does not need surgery." Acupuncture and moxibustion drugs with a variety of treatments on the line.

In Rong Qing's eyes, Huangfu Lingtian's legs were in a very serious condition. Hearing this, he had a hope in his heart, "since Zhongyong Hou doesn't need surgery for his legs, then my lung cancer should be treated in other ways? Take medicine, for example

"No way." Mu Qingge immediately vetoed: "all diseases need to be treated according to the right medicine. Cousin's situation is totally different from yours. Cancer is a kind of thing. At most, drugs can only inhibit the diffusion speed of cancer cells. They can't stop the pathological changes of cancer cells. They can treat the symptoms but not the root cause. "

"As long as the tumor is removed, nothing will happen?"

"To a certain extent." After thinking about it, mu Qingge still couldn't help telling the truth: "however, when the tumor is gone, sometimes it grows. If you don't remove this one, it won't grow any longer. "

Rong Qingzhi's eyebrows turned. He felt that it was not a good choice to have an operation.

Mu Qingge sees what Rong Qingzhi is thinking at a glance, and suddenly feels a little weak.

She originally wanted to inform the patients of the right to know, but did not expect that ancient people could not accept such treatment.

"Uncle Huang, in any case, resection of the tumor is the best way."

"May I think about it?" Rong Qing's silence is like this.

"Yes, it's all voluntary. I won't force anyone." Mu Qingge said and stood up and said, "your body is getting worse. I'll give you some medicine."

"Good."

Mu Qingge nods and goes back to the room to dispense medicine for Rong Qingzhi.

She came out again with a paper bag in her hand. The paper bag was square and square, and the palm of her hand was large or small.

Rong Qingzhi looked at and laughed, "is this a day or a meal of medicine?"

"No, it's five days. Three meals a day, a small bag, after meals Mu Qingge handed the paper package to Rong Qing and said, "I don't know how long you have to think about it, but it's better to come and continue to take the medicine after eating."

Rong Qingzhi looks at this medicine package, it's hard to believe that this small package of medicine is the dosage of five days.

"There's more." Mu Qingge said: "you don't have to come to take medicine in person, but I hope you can come to check the situation once a month. I need to change the prescription according to your situation."

"Good." Rong Qing's answer is that he can't help reaching for the medicine bag and finding that it's not herbs. He's a little curious and can't help opening the medicine bag.

Then, he saw small, more than ten small medicine packages.

"Are these pills?" Rong Qingzhi felt the small medicine bag and was surprised. He opened one of the bags and found more than ten small pills with different colors in it. "It's not easy for the pills to coagulate. How did you get so many pills?"

It's the first time I've seen him since he was so big.

"I had it made for you." Mu Qingge said: "decocting medicine is too troublesome." Sometimes, in case of an emergency, the patient will be out of breath before the medicine is fried.

"Yes, it's much more convenient." Rong Qingzhi says, labial petal hooks out a bitter smile: "and, take medicine pill to have more secretive sex."

Mu Qingge was stunned.

Rong Qingzhi looks directly into mu Qingge's eyes, and Wen Sheng asks: "Princess Jue, my illness seems to be worrying. Can you help me keep it secret first, and don't let others know."

Mu Qingge blinked and confessed: "I have already told the Lord."

Rong Qingzhi couldn't help laughing, his eyes bent up, as always charming, "jue'er doesn't matter, he doesn't like to talk to people, he said it with him, and didn't say it."

"Ha ha, that's true." Mu Qingge said with a smile: "Uncle Huang, I will keep it a secret."

"Thank you."

Rong Qingzhi says, stand up, will leave.

Mu Qingge stands up to see her off. Rong Qingzhi takes a look at her. Yu Guang catches a glimpse of her stomach and asks: "Princess Jue, are you pregnant?"

Although she is only slightly convex, pregnancy sign is not obvious, but can feel it.

Mu Qingge laughs, "yes."

"Congratulations Rong Qing one smile, the bottom of my heart mixed feelings, "a few months?"

"Almost three months."

"You've kept it a secret. There's no news outside." If the people in the palace knew, they would not be so calm.

"In fact, it's not specially confidential, it's just that it's not publicized everywhere." Mu Qingge said with a smile: "if you can, uncle Huang will also accept the secret for me."

"Good." Rong Qingzhi looks at her stomach for a few eyes, nods to promise, again said a congratulation then left.