Hank’s private doctor sensed his urgency to return to the United States. The fact that the first thing he did was request aprehensive physical examination seemed excessive and somewhat paranoid.


    However, the doctor refrained frommenting. After all, he was facilitating these medical services for Hank and profiting from both ends—Hank would pay him directly, and the hospital would also provide him with amission.


    With that in mind, he professionally coordinated with the hospital’s medical team and arranged for the examinations to begin immediately.


    The first step was a blood test. Since both standard and specialized tumor marker tests were required, the doctor drew four vials of blood from Hank.


    Just as the nurse was about to remove the needle, Hank suddenly remembered something and hastily instructed, “Wait! Take more blood. I want a full toxicology screening—check for poisoning, unusual heavy metals, and radioactive elements.”<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    Though the nurse found the request unusual, sheplied without question, drawing three additional vials and adding the necessary tests to the list.


    Without dy, the blood samples were sent to theb for expedited processing.


    Ordinarily, test results could take anywhere from half an hour to several days, depending on the hospital’s workload. But in this case, with all resources dedicated solely to Hank, the results would be avable before dawn.


    After the blood draw, Hank provided a urine sample, after which the nurse ced him on a mobile examination bed, moving him between various departments for further tests.


    For Hank, there was little to do but lie still and let the medical team handle everything.


    The first stop was the ultrasound room, where he underwent a full-body scan.


    However, the results showed no abnormalities in any of his organs, including the pancreas and pancreatic head.


    The doctor conducting the ultrasound examination smiled and said, “Sir, based on my 30-plus years of experience, your internal organs and lymphatic system appear perfectly normal. Your pancreas, in particr, is very healthy.”


    Hank asked, “So, there are no signs of pancreatic cancer?”


    The doctor nodded and replied, “From the ultrasound results, there are no abnormalities—no swelling or any unusual lesions. Overall, everything looks healthy.”


    He then added a reminder: “However, ultrasound has its limitations. I rmend that you undergo a chest CT scan to check for any abnormalities in your lungs. The ribs often obstruct the view, making it difficult to get an urate reading with ultrasound or X-rays.”


    Hank’s private doctor chimed in, “Mr. Hank, if you’re still concerned, we can do an enhanced CT scan. However, this requires the injection of a contrast agent, whiches with some level of radiation exposure and potential side effects.”


    Hank felt relieved by the doctor’s earlier reassurance. If the ultrasound showed no issues, he figured charlie Wade had probably just been messing with him.


    Thinking about it logically, how could the human eye be more precise than a Doppler ultrasound?<fn35c6> This update is avable on FιndNovel</fn35c6>


    He couldn’t help butugh at himself internally: Damn, I was really overthinking it. Human eyes can’t even see through a bra—how could they detect lesions inside the body? Mr. Wade just said something, and I foolishly believed it… I was scared for nothing the whole way here.


    Remembering that an enhanced CT scan required a contrast injection, Hank recalled his previous full-body scan experience. The IV needle had to stay in his wrist for a while, which was quite painful, and the injected contrast agent had made him feel ufortable.