Chapter 1661: Chapter 1661

Chapter 1661: Chapter 1206: Unable to Empathize

This female doctor wants to communicate with the patient about their condition via WeChat. She clearly has her eyes on Dr. Xia. He’s promising, a future expert-level cardiac surgeon; if she doesn’t make a move now, when will she?

Immediately, a nurse pulls the female doctor aside, “He’s already been snatched up.”

“Who? Which department?” The female doctor was a bit surprised at how fast the move was made.

“Head Nurse Cai from their department. I heard they’re already discussing marriage.” The nurse leaned over to whisper in the female doctor’s ear.

Cai Qiaojun? Dr. Xiang definitely knows her; they all work at the same hospital, constantly crossing paths. Cai Qiaojun seems to have a good eye, moving so quickly. The female doctor felt rather disappointed.

All the generals from their institute have been taken away without leaving a single one. The nurse whispered a very important piece of information into his ear, “There are many new doctors in their laboratory, several of whom are said to be single.”

The female doctor’s eyes lit up. To be honest, she was one of those older women remaining unmarried. At over thirty, she definitely fell into that category—remaining single! And she was still single now, which also counted as being left on the shelf.

If she didn’t act quickly to catch an excellent one, she feared she would devalue over time, making things even harder. Dr. Xiang understood this principle.

“Professor Yang!” Dr. Xiang quickly caught up to Yang Ping and Xia Shu at the first doorway.

Turning back, Yang Ping heard Dr. Xiang say, “Professor Yang, excuse me, can you do me a favor? I’m currently writing a paper that involves basic knowledge about stem cells. Would it be possible to visit your lab to ask some questions of your researchers?”

“Of course, I’ll let Doctor Tang know,” Yang Ping said.

Back at the institute from the ICU, she ran into Sisi in the corridor. She was in excellent condition now, no longer looking like a patient.

Seeing Sisi, Yang Ping suddenly remembered the long scar on her right thigh left from surgery. He was considering a plastic surgery to remove the scar. The little girl would grow up; although she might never care about the scar, it was better to have none than to have one, as the love of beauty is natural for all.

With the improvements in the K Virus therapy, the hope for Sisi’s tumor to be cured grew stronger and stronger. Regarding this, Yang Ping also breathed a sigh of relief. This little kid was too considerate and smart. Every time he saw her before, he felt a lot of sorrow because he knew her tumor could never be cured. But now it’s different; he no longer felt sorrow and sadness but confidence in the cure.

“Professor Yang!” Sisi smiled with dimples that were sweet and endearing.

Yang Ping chuckled, “Why so formal with the address now?”

“In public, I call you Professor Yang; in private, I call you big brother. I think calling you ‘master’ would be better from now on. You did say you’d take me as a disciple, so you can’t go back on it.” Sisi said earnestly, though her voice was small.

“Oh my, how could I forget? I remember, I remember,” Yang Ping waved his hand, knowing this little mischief always remembered that promise.

“As long as you remember. Anyway, rest assured, I will remind you from time to time so you won’t forget,” Sisi said, “I’m off to work now.”

Sisi carried several medical records to the office. Yang Ping asked her, “Sisi, what are you doing? There’s no way they’re using child labor, right?”

“I’m helping them organize lab reports. I stick them on quickly and well; they like it when I help them,” Sisi said proudly.

Just as Yang Ping was about to ask a few questions, Song Zimo emerged from the office, “Professor, I’m seeing patients this afternoon at the International Medical Center and took in a few. Would you like to take a look at one of the osteosarcoma patients?”

A thirty-eight-year-old patient with osteosarcoma is quite rare; this tumor typically occurs in adolescents.

“I’ll go take a look,” Yang Ping said.

“This patient is a math professor from Cambridge University. He discovered our papers while doing his own research and came here because of our reputation. He always wanted to try our K Therapy but was limited by legal obstacles. I haven’t agreed, but he is persistent. He insists on being hospitalized; even if he can use other methods, he wants to be treated at our hospital, and he really wants to meet you,” Song Zimo led the way, and Yang Ping quickly headed to the International Medical Center.

The International Medical Center consists entirely of suite-style wards, and the decor appears very upscale. The doctors and nurses all have fluent English skills.

Song Zimo brought Yang Ping into the ward. The mathematician was just wearing glasses and reading a book. When he heard the doctor knocking on the door, he immediately put the book down and asked his family to open the door.

This was a British man, his face haggard, hair sparse, and he appeared very thin.

The tumor had already metastasized everywhere, and various treatments had produced little effect. He discovered Yang Ping’s paper on K Therapy on his own and consulted doctors in the United Kingdom. British doctors told him it was a new experimental treatment being developed at China Sanbo Hospital with very promising results for osteosarcoma treatment. Google seaʀᴄh N0veI.Fiɾe.net

So he and his family traveled from afar to China just to receive this treatment.

Meeting Yang Ping, the patient’s eyes were filled with hope, as is often the case with all patients, hoping their illness can be treated.

“Mr. Adams, this is our Professor Yang Ping,” Song Zimo introduced.

Mr. Adams immediately tried to stand up with a crutch; he had already had one leg amputated.

“Professor Yang, I finally meet you. I plead with you to let me receive your K Therapy,” Mr. Adams immediately said.

“Mr. Adams, indeed, we are researching this new method, but currently, it’s only in the first phase of clinical trials in China. The second-phase trials abroad have not yet begun.” Yang Ping had to truthfully tell him about the research progress. Although Song Zimo had already informed him, he was just persistent.

“Can I volunteer to be part of your experiment? Is there any way to do so? Please tell me,” Professor Adams said anxiously.

Actually, although the K Therapy isn’t very perfected yet, it has already far surpassed other therapies in terms of effectiveness and safety. The technical side has no issue at all, but for the British Adams, the obstacle is legal.

The second-phase clinical trial can only proceed after the completion of the first phase. Sisi’s case is a highly special scenario; for someone like Sisi to enter clinical treatment directly, it requires both patients’ willingness and the research team’s agreement, and even then, the entire process has to comply with legal and ethical standards. This is an exception among exceptions.

Nowadays, many hospitals in Europe and the US have already secured shares in Yang Ping’s second-phase clinical trials, but they are all waiting for the first phase here to conclude, otherwise, it would lead to legal disputes.

“I understand your feelings, but we must follow the legal process. Just a few more months, and our first-phase trial will be finished. Then you can participate in our second phase,” Yang Ping explained to him.

Adams was very disappointed; his eyes, once full of hope, now seemed empty, and his sense of hope falling through was deeply distressing.

“Isn’t there any other way? Professor Yang, I really can’t wait.” Adams was extremely anxious.

“Our K biological agents are not yet mass-produced, so the limited production capacity in the laboratory can only meet the current first-phase trial requirements. We truly can’t help this. We also want to get it to market as soon as possible, but as a drug, it must complete all necessary processes,” Yang Ping was also helpless.

“Our whole family is willing to sign an agreement to volunteer for the experiment. Professor Yang, I beg you, we can’t lose Adams,” Professor Adams’s wife clutched Mr. Adams tightly, her eyes red as she spoke.

Doctors often have to face scenes , including the even more heart-wrenching partings of life and death. If doctors empathize, they would be tormented by their emotions daily. An excellent doctor must maintain extreme professionalism and composure; empathy alone is just.

It seems very cruel, but there’s no choice—it’s decided by the nature of the profession.