After the divorce, my ex-husband and son lined up to pursue me.

Chapter 70 Deeply Hidden in the Mist
"Jiang Xia, this might be..."

Song Nanqi didn't continue, as he had never encountered a condition like Jiang Xia's before.

Jiang Xia pondered, "Do you think my current symptoms are good or bad?"

Song Nanqi clenched his fingers, his gaze complex and deep: "I...don't know."

“However,” he said, meeting Jiang Xia’s eyes, then changed the subject, “patients with late-stage brain cancer generally have an average survival of only 14.6 months, and from diagnosis to complete loss of cognitive function, it takes an average of only 7.3 months.”

Rigorous medical research data cannot explain everything, nor can it represent every patient, but three months have passed since Jiangxia was diagnosed.

“My symptoms didn’t worsen further, but instead suddenly stopped completely…” Jiang Xia frowned. “I had surgery after the car accident, but I haven’t had time to take a closer look yet. Could it be because of that surgery?”

Song Nanqi shook his head slightly. Although unwilling, he had to tell the truth: "Impossible. The surgery only removed most of the tumor. There are still remnants."

In short, the cancer cells in Jiang Xia's brain have always been there, and it is extremely difficult to cure them.

Even if a miracle occurs, it would only be because she cooperated with radiotherapy and chemotherapy, along with various targeted drugs. That wouldn't be enough to completely block or kill all cancer cells, especially since she had always rejected radiotherapy and chemotherapy and only accepted conservative treatment.

No matter what, her current situation is very wrong!
“Come with me to the hospital.” Song Nanqi glanced at his watch. “It’s a bit late today, but come with me to the hospital and I’ll have someone order all the tests and examinations for you. Come to the hospital first thing tomorrow morning for the tests.”

Jiang Xia hesitated for a moment. The illness was something that couldn't be ignored, so she finally nodded and said, "Okay."

On the way to Guokang, a light drizzle began to fall.

Upon arriving at the hospital, Song Nanqi immediately contacted his colleague who was in charge of outpatient services and ordered all sorts of tests and examinations for Jiang Xia. However, they knew they wouldn't be able to get an appointment and would have to wait until the next day.

"A novel microscopic targeting agent? Could this drug target brain tumors?"

Just as Song Nanqi was about to leave, a colleague came in excitedly carrying a tablet, smiled at him, and started talking to the female doctor sitting inside.

The female doctor glanced at the tablet her colleague handed her, and exclaimed excitedly, "Oh my god, after waiting for so long, this paper has finally been published!"

Song Nanqi paused in his steps.

He walked over curiously and looked at the journal articles on the tablet.

He glanced at the entire thing; it was all in English. He looked at it quickly, then took the tablet and swiped down rapidly. He saw that there were two authors listed.

Gojiro Sato in Ito Village.

“Sato?” He subconsciously thought of Sato, the deputy director of the county hospital.

"What's wrong? You want to study this paper carefully? I heard their project has already yielded results. Wow, these people who are living a good life are quite good at this kind of thing."

As the female doctor spoke, her colleague nodded in agreement, but added, "To be honest, even if this new type of micro-targeted agent passes clinical trials and is available on the market, it will definitely be very expensive, and medical insurance will not cover it. Very few people can afford it."

"Yes, let's just look at the paper then." The female doctor smiled helplessly, then glanced at Song Nanqi: "Hey? Deputy Director Song, weren't you going to see your friend?"

"Okay, you guys are busy, I'll be going now." Song Nanqi pulled himself out of his thoughts and turned to leave the consultation room.

Passing by the patients waiting in line, he held his phone tightly, hesitating to make a call, when he saw Jiang Xia.

"Are all the prescriptions ready?" She wheeled herself closer and took the medical orders and examination forms from Song Nanqi's hand. "So many! I'll go pay the fees first and then get a number."

Song Nanqi nodded, some words were on the tip of his tongue, but he ultimately didn't say them.

"I'll stay with you," he said, pushing the wheelchair. Jiang Xia's symptoms have all disappeared, most likely due to that new type of targeted therapy.

only……

Who would dare to give Jiang Xia a drug that has only just passed clinical trials and hasn't even hit the market yet? Even if it happens by accident and temporarily alleviates her condition, what then?

It's like planting a time bomb in Jiang Xia's brain, what's the difference?
And this matter is definitely not simple.

Song Nanqi suppressed his doubts and kept it from Jiang Xia for the time being, planning to investigate further himself after combining Jiang Xia's latest examination results.

“I’m on the waiting list.” Jiang Xia walked over from the MRI service desk in her wheelchair. “The MRI appointment is until 8 a.m. tomorrow. I’ll come early, have my blood drawn on an empty stomach, and then do the pathology test.”

Song Nanqi nodded: "Okay, I'll pick you up tomorrow morning. It's on my way to work."

Jiang Xia laughed: "Are you sure it's on the way? You don't even know where I live!"

Song Nanqi retorted, "Will I know the address when I take you home later?"

"What if... I don't want you to deliver it?"

Song Nanqi pushed the wheelchair and leaned slightly to whisper in her ear, "That won't do. I'm your attending physician now, and I have to be responsible for you."

"Ok."

Jiang Xia didn't refuse again. After all, the two were not only doctor and patient, but also colleagues in the project team. It was just that Song Nanqi was a part-time worker and didn't often show up at the research institute.

It was still drizzling outside, making it seem like it was about to get dark.

"Would you like to grab a bite to eat first?" Song Nanqi glanced at the time; it was almost 5 p.m.

Jiang Xia had no objection, but considering that it had been raining, she said, "Let's find a restaurant nearby."

"I know a Hunan restaurant that serves really good food."

The distance was very short, just a few hundred meters down the corridor, so the two of them didn't drive. Song Nanqi held an umbrella in one hand and took care of her as they quickly arrived at the restaurant.

Jiang Xia was completely dry, while Song Nanqi was soaked to the bone.

"Deputy Director Song, you're being too kind to me! I'll just go to the convenience store next door and buy another umbrella later."

Song Nanqi smiled upon hearing this and said nothing.

After ordering a few dishes, the two sat down to eat. The conversation veered away from the illness and started talking about the project. They found common ground and time flew by. Before they knew it, it was almost seven o'clock.

After leaving the restaurant, Song Nanqi asked Jiang Xia to wait for him at the entrance while he went to get his car, picked her up, and drove towards the residential area near the research institute.

Once inside the residential complex and at the designated building, Jiang Xia said, "Don't bother seeing me off, I can manage on my own."

Despite her words, Song Nanqi still got out of the car, opened an umbrella, brought out a wheelchair, and helped her sit in it. In that brief moment, his gaze inadvertently caught sight of a figure in the stairwell.

“Jiang Xia…”

He suddenly spoke, and at the same time leaned down and gently kissed Jiang Xia's forehead.

(End of this chapter)