City’s Best Divine Doctor
Chapter 916 - 0916: Earl Henry

Chapter 916: Chapter 0916: Earl Henry

Henry usually lives alone in a luxury apartment and rarely returns to the family estate, except perhaps during major holidays.

As for Henry’s father, Old Henry, a Frenchman in his fifties, he is still one of the key managers of the Henry Family. He usually lives with Henry’s mother in another upscale villa community in Paris.

Henry only occasionally meets his parents. For someone near thirty like Henry, if he were in Huaxia, his parents and relatives would have long begun pressuring him to get married.

In France, however, it’s different. Neither his parents, nor other family members, nor his friends rush him, as foreign cultures are far more liberal in this regard.

In fact, even if Henry were to bring home a same-sex boyfriend one day, his parents likely wouldn’t say much—they’d simply support him.

Old Henry was at work in the Henry Family’s building when suddenly he saw a call from his son. Answering the phone, he asked, "Son, what’s the matter?"

"Dad, I’m sick."

"Getting sick is normal."

Old Henry remarked.

Humans aren’t Immortals. Isn’t getting sick perfectly normal?

"But I’m in the middle stages of gastric cancer."

This wasn’t a joke. However, the French often pride themselves on their sense of humor, particularly the cold and ironic kind, and enjoy making fun of themselves or others.

When Henry claimed he had advanced gastric cancer, Old Henry didn’t believe him. It wasn’t April Fool’s Day, so why would his son be joking about something like this?

"You must be kidding!"

"Dad, it’s true. I was feeling unwell last night, went to the hospital this morning, and received lab results and diagnostic reports in the afternoon."

"Which hospital? I’ll come right over."

After hanging up the phone, Old Henry still showed concern for his son. After all, he was his only child, and the Henry Family was relying on him for its future inheritance.

Henry was unmarried and had no descendants yet. If he suddenly passed away, their lineage would face extinction.

Hurriedly leaving the building, Old Henry got into his BMW and drove toward the Affiliated Hospital of Paris Medical Academy.

Upon arriving at the hospital parking lot, Old Henry rushed inside to the reception desk. After asking the nurse, she told him the room where Henry was admitted.

Old Henry arrived at Henry’s hospital room door. When he knocked, it was Henry who opened the door.

"Dad, I might die!"

The richer and more powerful one is, the greater their fear of death.

After all, with such a lavish life, how could anyone willingly leave this world?

"You’re a medical PhD—why are you crying? If others see this, they’ll laugh at the Henry Family for being cowards afraid of death."

Closing the door behind him, Old Henry reprimanded his son as he looked at him.

He found it odd—wasn’t his son always in good health?

How could he suddenly develop cancer?

"Here’s the lab report and diagnostic results."

Old Henry took them, and upon reviewing them, discovered his son had indeed progressed to the middle stages of gastric cancer, with cancer cells already spread across most of his stomach.

"So what do we do now?"

Old Henry asked.

"Undergo treatment, I suppose."

Henry replied.

"Then get treated!"

But Henry was well aware that whether through surgery, chemotherapy, or radiotherapy, the results would likely be similar. If luck was on his side, he might survive a few more years. If not, the cancer cells could eventually metastasize throughout his body, sending him straight off to meet God.

"People always told you to marry and have children sooner. Now look—if something happens to you, the next generation will die out with you. Seems I’ll have to find a woman and have a few more illegitimate children myself."

Old Henry said bluntly beside the hospital bed.

At fifty-something, he was still energetic. Thanks to a good lifestyle and proper care, he looked more like someone in their forties.

However, Henry’s mother was not the same. She was also in her fifties, had already undergone menopause, and naturally couldn’t conceive anymore.

So Old Henry stated directly that if Henry were to die, he’d surely seek out a woman to bear him children. For someone wealthy and influential like him, women were certainly never in short supply.

As for Henry, he had started dating women from a young age, and by now had experienced more than a few relationships—but he had simply never married.

"Dad, let’s talk about that later."

Henry said.

At that moment, there was a knock on the hospital room door. Old Henry went to open it, and it was Henry’s attending physician who entered.

"Hello, Earl Henry, I’m Dr. Henry’s attending physician."

The attending physician extended his hand to greet Old Henry.

Naturally, he recognized Earl Henry.

"Hello."

Old Henry replied.

"Dr. Henry, I’m wondering how you’re thinking of proceeding with treatment?"

The attending physician asked.

"I haven’t made a decision yet."

In ancient Huaxia, a renowned physician once said that doctors cannot cure themselves. Henry was in precisely this situation. Knowing too much about medicine—understanding its methods and effects—he was far more apprehensive about treatment and hesitated to decide.

"Is there any approach that’s both the best and most effective?"

Old Henry asked.

"Earl Henry, that’s something Dr. Henry would know best. He’s an expert in this field. Currently, the hospital recommends chemotherapy and radiotherapy. As for surgery, it appears that Dr. Henry’s condition should still permit it. However, based on the scans, it would require removing at least two-thirds of the stomach."

Earl Henry fell silent.

The attending physician didn’t linger further. He nodded to the two men and left the room.

"Henry, it’s up to you to decide. For now, don’t mention this to your mother."

Earl Henry said.

Birth, old age, illness, and death—foreigners seemed to accept these more openly. Yet anyone, whether human or animal, hopes to live well. Even more so for upper-class individuals like them, shielded from all wants and needs.

"Dad, I understand."

Old Henry stayed with him for another hour before leaving.

The hospital would have nurses to care for Henry, so there was no need for Old Henry to worry.

After Earl Henry left, Henry looked out the window. He realized night had fallen—it was the start of a new day. Yet, his body continued to feel unwell, with a persistent ache in his abdomen.

He hadn’t eaten anything all day, sustained only by intravenous fluids.

"Looks like surgery to remove those two-thirds of the stomach is inevitable!"

As a medical PhD and researcher, Henry understood better than anyone that surgery was more reliable than chemotherapy or radiotherapy.

Still, he couldn’t avoid the thought that even after removing a large portion of the stomach, residual cancer cells could still metastasize.

Moreover, the stomach, once removed, couldn’t regenerate. Post-surgery, his stomach’s digestive function would be significantly weakened, gravely affecting his future quality of life.