City’s Best Divine Doctor
Chapter 372 - 372 373 Only Waiting Helplessly for Death

372: Chapter 373: Only Waiting Helplessly for Death 372: Chapter 373: Only Waiting Helplessly for Death When he learned that Liang Shipeng’s condition was now very serious, Zhou Peng and Zhang Jing left the ward.

As they headed to Liang Shipeng’s private high-class ward, Zhou Peng realized that the same room was the one Liang Bin had stayed in.

Liang Shipeng was already asleep, but the moment Zhou Peng entered and saw Liang Shipeng, he felt that the man had aged more than ten years overnight.

Although his hair hadn’t all fallen out or turned white, one glance at him made one feel that he had aged terribly.

“Chairman Liang has always lived a blessed life.

How could he bear such suffering?”

Zhou Peng said.

“In recent years, Old Liang indeed hasn’t had to endure any hardships, unlike when he was younger.”

Zhang Jing said.

After inspecting Liang Shipeng’s condition, Zhou Peng discovered that it wasn’t as severe as Zhou Bao’s at the beginning.

However, upon hearing that it was also mid-to-late-stage lung cancer, the inevitable chemotherapy treatment would lead to the same result: dying a painful death.

In the global cancer mortality rankings, lung cancer holds the top position in death rates.

Whether the patient is male or female, those diagnosed at the late stage of lung cancer almost always face a death sentence.

As for early or mid-stage detection and timely treatment, one could conservatively expect to live three to five years.

However, the odds of living for five years aren’t very high.

At this moment, when He Wen came to check on Liang Shipeng, he was surprised to see Zhou Peng there.

After greeting Zhou Peng, He Wen began asking Zhang Jing about Liang Shipeng’s condition.

“His diarrhea isn’t as severe as before; perhaps there’s nothing left to discharge.”

Zhang Jing said.

Since yesterday morning, Liang Shipeng had not eaten anything, but starting from this morning, he had diarrhea for an entire morning, about eight times.

Liang Shipeng’s legs were weak, and his buttocks were sore.

If it weren’t for the fact that he couldn’t yet take antidiarrheal medication, Liang Shipeng would have wanted to, because the experience was just too painful.

“Vice President Zhou, could Dr.

Ye really cure my husband’s illness?”

Zhang Jing asked.

“He can, but the problem is…”

If yesterday, Liang Shipeng had spoken kindly to Ye Qiu, Zhou Peng knew that he could just call Ye Qiu, and the latter would likely come.

But Liang Shipeng had threatened Ye Qiu with his words yesterday, and Ye Qiu might not care anymore.

“What’s the problem?”

“Chairman Liang said something a bit too much yesterday.

I’m afraid Dr.

Ye might not be willing to come to treat him.”

Zhang Jing remembered that indeed, Liang Shipeng had threatened Dr.

Ye with some harsh words.

But, in Zhang Jing’s view, that shouldn’t be a big deal.

“Is money not enough?”

“This might not be about money.”

Although Ye Qiu needed to make money, Zhou Peng knew Ye Qiu’s character was not as money-grubbing as some might think.

Like last time with Zhang Dongliang’s son, Zhang Wei, Zhou Peng couldn’t understand why, despite Zhang Dongliang being willing to pay so much money, Ye Qiu was still unwilling to treat Zhang Wei.

Later, he heard that there was a conflict between Ye Qiu and Zhang Wei, so it wasn’t about money at all.

“Then what’s the problem?”

Zhang Jing asked anxiously.

“Listen to me first.

Prepare yourself mentally, because it’s not about money.”

When Zhou Peng recounted the story of Zhang Dongliang and his son, he explained that Zhang Wei also had late-stage lung cancer and eventually died in a ward at Jinling Hospital.

Both Zhou Peng and He Wen were well aware of this.

“Is there really such a thing?”

“Mrs.

Liang, it is true.”

He Wen said.

“What should we do now?”

At first, Zhang Jing thought that having money would ensure that Dr.

Ye would treat her husband, just like he had cured her son after she paid a high medical fee.

“I’ll call him for you, but whether he’s willing to come, I can’t decide.”

Zhou Peng wasn’t sure about Ye Qiu’s character.

So, he could only call and ask now.

When Zhou Peng returned to his office and took out his mobile phone to call Ye Qiu, Ye Qiu was house hunting with his family and Li Qianqian, Liu Lingxiu.

Seeing it was Zhou Peng calling, Ye Qiu seemed to guess the reason immediately.

“Hello, President Zhou, what’s up?”

“Mrs.

Liang wants to ask you to treat Chairman Liang.”

“Which Chairman Liang?

What’s his illness?”

“The one whose son you treated yesterday, the one who couldn’t speak, the one who spent seventeen million.

He’s got mid-to-late-stage lung cancer and has just undergone the first chemotherapy session.

They’ve heard you can cure lung cancer, so they want me to contact you.”

“I won’t treat him.”

Ye Qiu hung up directly.

Zhou Peng hadn’t expected Ye Qiu’s response to be so firm.

It seemed that Ye Qiu was very offended by what Liang Shipeng said yesterday.

When Zhou Peng called Ye Qiu again, Ye Qiu hung up immediately.

Helpless, Zhou Peng returned downstairs and found that Liang Shipeng was already awake.

After greeting him, Zhou Peng turned to the couple, saying, “I just called Dr.

Ye.

He said he wouldn’t treat you, and there’s nothing I can do.”

When Liang Shipeng found out that Ye Qiu could completely cure his lung cancer, he had been very excited, but now he only received this discouraging news.

“Why?”

Zhang Jing asked.

“I don’t know.

Dr.

Ye is young and ambitious.

If he doesn’t want to do something, no one can force him.

Besides, after he cured the mayor’s daughter, Mayor Li holds him in high regard.”

Zhou Peng said.

Zhang Jing and Liang Shipeng seemed to understand now.

No wonder this young man seemed so different—besides his impressive medical skills, he also had powerful backing.

Liang Shipeng now regretted saying what he said yesterday.

Since Ye Qiu was unwilling to treat him, would he have to continue to suffer both the illness and the chemotherapy’s agony, finally dying in the hospital room, just like Zhang Dongliang’s son, Zhang Wei?

“Can I apologize to him?”

Liang Shipeng asked.

“Chairman Liang, that probably won’t help.

Maybe after some time, if he forgets about it, I can try contacting him again to see if he’s willing to treat you.”

“So I have to keep suffering?”

Zhou Peng was also helpless.

Right now, his relationship with Ye Qiu was at best like that of a middleman, recommending wealthy patients to him.

Whether Ye Qiu wanted to treat them was up to him.

As Zhou Peng saw it, life’s uncertainties were abundant, and he feared that he might contract a terminal illness someday.

He realized it was best not to cross someone like Ye Qiu.

Because even if you have money and power, if the other party is unwilling to treat you, you can only wait to die.