"Reorganize his medical report and hand it over to the team for surgery possibility analysis." Diwu Zexuan glanced at it, closed the file in his hand, and tossed it to his assistant.
Ye Zhanxing's cancer cells are not only decreasing but also concentrating in one area. If the part of the stomach where cancer cells concentrate can be removed, there might be a chance to cure his cancer.
Even if it recurs in the future, it won't be as uncontrollable as it is now.
Letting Ye Zhanxing live a few more years is not a difficult task.
"I will do it right away." The assistant took the file and quickly left the office.
Diwu Zexuan narrowed his eyes, picked up Yu Xiuzhun's medical report, and swiftly browsed through it.
Groups of data continuously entered the computer, forming analytical results.
Looking at the last group of data in his hand, Diwu Zexuan directly input it into the computer, and on the report result, he typed three words: vegetative state.
