The doctor operating the machine immediately pulled up Hank’s previous full-body scan.


    At his request, he zoomed in on the pancreas.


    With the contrast agent in effect, the scan clearly showed a lesion upying almost the entire pancreatic head.


    Johnson stared at the image and murmured, “Yes, it’s right here—so obvious, sorge. So why did it disappear in today’s scan?”


    Without hesitation, he urged, “Quick, switch back to thetest one.”<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    The doctor immediately pulled up the most recent scan.


    This time, the pancreas appearedpletely normal, with no abnormal tissue reacting to the contrast agent.


    Johnson was stunned. He turned to the other doctors and asked, “Does this make any sense scientifically?”


    “It doesn’t,” Hank’s personal doctor replied, shaking his head. “To be honest, even if the lesion had been stained with ink, it wouldn’t have disappeared this cleanly in just a day or two.”


    Then he turned to the operating doctor and demanded, “Is this damn machine faulty or fake?”


    The doctor quickly responded, “Impossible. We conducted a thorough inspection after receiving the notice.”


    “That’s bizarre.”


    Johnson zoomed in on the enhanced CT scan of the pancreas again and muttered, “This shouldn’t be a mechanical issue. The pancreas looks perfectly healthy. Damn it, there’s nothing wrong with it.”


    “This is unbelievable,” another doctor said, rubbing his chin in confusion. “No treatment works this fast. We’re talking about pancreatic cancer—there’s no such thing as a cure.”


    Johnson exhaled and said, “Let’s wait for the CA199 results. If the levels drop as well, then there’s no doubt—he’s cured.”


    After that, he immediately ordered, “Have the nurse take Hank back to the ward first. I’ll goter to ask him what kind of treatment he received in China.”<fn0585> Th? link to the orig?n of this information r?sts ?n find?novel</fn0585>


    The nurses quickly and carefully transported Hank back to his ward.


    His personal doctor entered first and asked in surprise, “Mr. Hank, what exactly did you do in China? Did you receive treatment at a hospital?”


    Instead of answering, Hank asked, “What did my CT scan show?”


    The doctor replied, “The results are very unusual—there’s no sign of the lesion in your pancreas.”


    Hank’s eyes widened with excitement. “I knew it! Damn! It’s cured!”


    The doctor quickly cautioned, “Mr. Hank, it’s too soon to say you’re cured. We need to wait for your CA199 results to confirm.”


    “When will the results be ready?” Hank asked. “Tell them to speed it up.”


    “This is already the fastest we can go,” the doctor exined. “Your blood test and reactions take time. You should rest—you’ll have the results by dawn.”


    Just then, Johnson knocked on the door, smiling. “Mr. Hank, I have to congratte you. Based on your CT scan, your pancreas haspletely recovered!”


    Hank frowned. “Don’t we still need to wait for the CA199 results?”


    Johnson chuckled. “Of course, but I’d say there’s an 80% chance it’ll confirm the good news.”


    As he spoke, he stepped closer and asked eagerly, “Mr. Hank, can you tell us what treatment you received? I’ve been a doctor for years, and I’ve never seen such an aggressive and effective approach. Has there been a breakthrough in China’s medical field?”


    Hank waved him off. “Don’t bother asking—it’s useless. One billion dors for a single treatment. How many people do you think could afford that?”


    “One billion dors?!” Johnson was stunned. “You went to China for pancreatic cancer treatment… and it cost a billion dors?!”


    “Yes,” Hank replied, wincing at the thought of the cost.