Hank’s soaring CA199 index finally made more than a dozen people in the group realize that charlie Wade possessed an invisible ability—one that could determine life and death.


    At this moment, fear had already gripped Hank. He was immediately injected with a contrast agent and rushed into the hospital’s full-body CT scan room.<fn61ea> Th?s chapter is updated by Find★Novel</fn61ea>


    The massive machine roared to life, circling him as it vibrated intensely, its rms ring. Each sound only amplified his inner panic.


    In the past, this advanced medical equipment symbolized the power of technology and wealth, offering him a sense of security.


    But now, that same equipment filled him with overwhelming dread.<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    The scan, requiring two full-body rotations, was lengthy—making the experience even more excruciating for him.


    Just when he felt he could barely endure it any longer, the machine finally powered down, and he was moved out of the scanning ring.


    The lead-lined door shielding against radiation slowly opened. His private doctor and several nurses quickly transferred him onto a mobile bed and wheeled him back to his ward.


    On the way, Hank couldn’t hold back his anxiety. “What were the results?” he asked.


    The private doctor reassured him, “Mr. Hank, don’t worry. A full-body scan generates an immense amount of data. Theputer needs time to merge and analyze it. Please return to your ward and wait. I’ve already spoken with your attending physician, Dr. Johnson. He’ll inform you personally once the results are ready, so there won’t be any dys.”


    “Alright…” Hank nodded slightly, though his unease only deepened.


    Back in his ward, hey in bed, waiting in despair for half an hour. Finally, the attending doctor entered and walked straight to his bedside, his expression grave.


    “Mr. Hank,” he said solemnly, “we analyzed your preliminary scan results and found significant abnormalities in your pancreas under the contrast agent. After consulting multiple experts, we’ve reached a consensus—it appears to be pancreatic cancer.”


    Hank asked urgently, “Can it be confirmed from the scan?”


    Johnson nodded. “The scan,bined with the abnormal CA199 index, strongly indicates pancreatic cancer. However, final confirmation requires pathological results—pathology is the ultimate standard.”


    Hank pressed further, “What should I do next? How advanced is my pancreatic cancer?”


    Johnson replied, “Based on our preliminary assessment, it appears to be in the early stage. Yourst examination was normal, and the scan shows no signs of lymph node involvement or distant metastasis.”


    “That’s a relief!” Hank exhaled, feeling momentarily reassured.


    He knew that early-stage cancer had a significantly higher cure rate.


    However, Johnson remained serious. “Mr. Hank, pancreatic cancer has a notoriously poor prognosis. Even when caught early, the five-year survival rate after a pancreatectomy is the lowest among all cancers.”


    Hank grew nervous. “The lowest? Not even second-worst?”


    Johnson shook his head. “No, it is the worst.”


    Hank hesitated before asking, “Will surgery be effective?”