Chapter 1495 There Will Definitely Be a Miracle

Herbert picked up the receiver, raised it to his eyes and looked at it. He found that it was not broken, so he could only say again: "I don't know what you just said, Genna. I think the signal of the overseas phone may not be very stable."

"That's right, it should be because the food is delicious, so she can eat more." Ling Hong repeated again.

"Gner, I think even if you don't want to tell me about your special treatment, you don't have to give me such a reason to deal with it." Herbert spread his hands.

"No, no, no, please don't get me wrong, Dr. Herbert. What I said is the truth. In fact, she can only eat that kind of food in one store, not anywhere else." Ling Hong said.

"Is there something special about that store?" Herbert felt the sincerity in Ling Hong's tone, temporarily believed Ling Hong's words, and asked.

"There is something special. The chefs in that store are very skilled, surpassing most people in the world." Ling Hong said.

"It looks like three Michelin stars." Herbert teased.

"It's much better than three-star Michelin chefs. After all, there are many three-star Michelin chefs who lost to him." Ling Hong said.

Others don't know it, but Ling Hong knows that Dean, Chu Xiao, and Gabriel are all Michelin three-star chefs.

"If there is a chef whose cooking skills exceed three Michelin stars and he personally cooks for him, it would be understandable to eat more. After all, too delicious food is still irresistible." Herbert reluctantly said.

Ling Hong did not explain that Yuan Zhou was not cooking specifically for Ruan Xiaoqing, but continued to ask: "Then can such a situation last longer?"

"Or is it getting better? After all, the doctor before said it was only two months, but now it has been more than two months. Is it possible that it is getting better?" Ling Hong asked anxiously.

"Gner, I think you know that the survival rate of pancreatic cancer in the past five years has been less than 1%. It is one of the malignant tumors with the worst prognosis. And because pancreatic cancer has a low early diagnosis rate, the mortality rate from surgery is very high. High, and the cure rate is very low, so since it has been confirmed to be at an advanced stage, the situation you mentioned should be unlikely to happen." Herbert's voice was particularly heavy and low when talking about the mortality rate of pancreatic cancer.

"But she can eat now and is in good spirits." Ling Hong murmured.

"Yes, this can ensure the vitality of her life and can indeed increase her vitality." Herbert said.

In fact, by now Herbert basically has a certain understanding of the information provided by Ling Hong.

In his opinion, Ling Hong's female friend, wife or girlfriend should have suffered from such a disease, but he did not tell the other party, so he secretly consulted here.

After all, this kind of situation is not uncommon in Herbert's opinion, so Herbert's tone is rare and soft, and he no longer blames Ling Hong for asking random questions without providing the patient's information.

"So is it possible, I mean one in 10,000 possibility that it will be fine like this, or it will last for a long, long time?" Ling Hong continued to ask without giving up.

"Hey Genna, I never deny the existence of miracles, and even say that sometimes there are such miracles, but this is as unpredictable as the mood of damn God." Herbert said helplessly.

"Okay, I understand." Ling Hong said.

"That's good, then I look forward to having the opportunity to meet your friend." Herbert said.

"Okay, I will bring her here if I have the chance." Ling Hong said.

"Well, goodbye, Genna." Herbert looked at the time, it was almost exactly thirty minutes, and then hung up the phone.

"Beep, beep, beep!" Ling Hong's cell phone issued a busy signal indicating that the call had been hung up, and then jumped back to the startup page. He couldn't help but sigh while holding the phone.

"No, no, no, I can't sigh. I think there is a chance. After all, even Dr. Herbert said there may be a miracle, not to mention that she can still eat." When he said the last sentence, Ling Hong's voice was particularly gentle.

As if thinking of Ruan Xiaoqing's usual way of eating, Ling Hong couldn't help but smile slightly.

"Herbert must be shocked that Xiaoqing can eat so much, but luckily Yuan Zhou is here." Ling Hong couldn't help but remember that Herbert was surprised just now, and he felt a little relieved.

Wasn't he shocked? Even after hanging up the phone, Herbert couldn't help but muttered: "I wonder what kind of delicious food can be eaten by pancreatic cancer patients."

"You can study it if you have the opportunity." Herbert muttered.

"Dr. Herbert, your next appointment is coming soon. Do you need me to do anything?" The female assistant Doris came in and interrupted Herbert's thoughts.

"No, just bring people in." Herbert shook his head.

"Okay, doctor." Doris nodded, then closed the door and went out.

Of course, Ling Hong, who was far away across the ocean, didn't know about these things. When he saw that it was already a quarter past four in the morning, he quickly put down the materials 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 didn't make an appointment, the two already had some tacit understanding.

Apart from the illness, Ling Hong and Ruan Xiaoqing have now become good friends and have many more topics to talk about.

After talking about it for a long time, I discovered that the things they hate are very similar, even though they like different things.

There was an old man in a Japanese drama who once said that it doesn’t matter if they like different things. What determines how two people can live together is whether they dislike the same things.

It just so happens that Ling Hong and Ruan Xiaoqing hate the same thing, which also determines their closer relationship now.

Before lying down on the bed, Ling Hong was still talking to her: "Xiaoqing said she won't go back for the Chinese New Year this year, so I have to finish my work at the company quickly and spend more time with her. This can also increase our time together."

With this mood, Ling Hong fell asleep in a good mood. Two hours later, he woke up again to the sound of the alarm clock at 6:30.

After washing and dressing, Ling Hong walked straight out the door. He had to go to Taoxi Road quickly, and then he was waiting to have breakfast with Xiao Qing.

During this period, when passing by the living room, he met Mr. Ling who had gotten up early. Ling Hong said hello quickly and went out immediately.

At this time, before Mr. Ling had time to answer, looking at Ling Hong walking out quickly, Mr. Ling couldn't help but said to the old lieutenant beside him: "Look at this kid, he is worse than a piece of fat pork." , at least you can still eat some meat.”

"Old man, if this is a piece of fat pork, I'm afraid I won't be able to call you grandpa." The old adjutant obviously understood what Mr. Ling was thinking and said with a smile.

"Hmph, it was okay when I was a kid, but not anymore when I'm older. I don't know how to take the old man to eat more delicious food." Mr. Ling snorted.

"Sir, do you want to go to Boss Yuan's store?" the old lieutenant said to the point.

"Old man, you understand me, let's go have dinner today." Mr. Ling said immediately.

"Okay, I'll do whatever you want." The old adjutant didn't object and nodded.

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