The private doctor was deeply embarrassed. He couldn’t understand what was going through Hank’s mind—why was he always hoping for something to be wrong with his body?


    Recalling Hank’s earlier remarks about Chinese beliefs, the doctor suddenly felt a bit ashamed. He said apologetically, “Mr. Hank, I owe you an apology. I was too quick to dismiss the Chinese perspective. Now, I realize there might be some truth to it. Some phenomena simply can’t be exined by science—perhaps this is what they call metaphysics.”


    Hank nodded in agreement. “The world is inherentlyplex. Each of us perceives only a fraction of it. As for what remains unseen, we are stillrgely ignorant.”


    Waving his hand dismissively, he changed the subject. “Let’s not dwell on that—let’s talk business. What’s wrong with me?”


    The private doctor hesitated before saying, “Your CA19-9 levels are elevated.”<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    Hank’s eyes lit up with anticipation. “What does CA19-9 indicate? Does it have anything to do with sexual function? Lately, I haven’t been at my best in that regard. Could this abnormality be rted?”


    “Sexual function?” The private doctor was taken aback. He quickly rified, “Mr. Hank, this marker has nothing to do with sexual performance. It’s closely linked to digestive system cancers.”


    “Shit!” Hank was stunned. He blurted out, “Are you saying my cancer markers for the digestive system are abnormal?”


    “Yes.” Gathering his courage, the doctor continued, “Not just abnormal—extremely abnormal.”


    Hank’s hands trembled as anxiety overtook him. “What do you mean? Exin it to me clearly!”


    The doctor borated, “It means there’s a very high probability that you have digestive system cancer, most likely pancreatic cancer. Your marker levels have skyrocketed over the past three months—from 12 to 628…”


    Then, looking puzzled, he asked, “Mr. Hank, who told you that you might have pancreatic cancer? This person is remarkable—how did theye to that conclusion?”


    “Oh my god!” Hank’s face turned pale with fear. He anxiously asked, “What do you mean? Do I really have pancreatic cancer?”


    The private doctor replied, “We can’t be 100% certain yet. I just spoke with the attending physician, and he rmends a full-body scan as soon as possible to check for any visible cancerous lesions. If we find anything, we’ll also need to assess whether the cancer has infiltrated nearby lymph nodes or surrounding tissues. If you have no objections, we’ll have the nurse administer a contrast agent and proceed with further examinations immediately.”


    Panicked, Hank blurted out, “Damn it! I was expecting to find some minor issue, not a life-threatening one! Why are you wasting time with all these exnations? Hurry up and get the tests started—now!”


    The private doctor quickly responded, “Understood, Mr. Hank. Please wait while I make the necessary arrangements. Also, try not to panic. We have top cancer specialists here. If surgery is deemed feasible today, we can proceed immediately.”


    Hank snapped, “Enough talking—just get it done!”


    The private doctor rushed out in a hurry. For him, Hank’s health directly impacted his own financial future.


    If Hank remained in good health, the doctor would continue receiving his sry, along withmission payments from the hospital for each of Hank’s examinations.<fn7ad4> Official source is find?novel</fn7ad4>