"I'm used to it." Zheng Ren did not think much of it. He shook his wrist slightly and took out a cigarette. The man quickly put it in his mouth and took out a lighter to light it for Zheng Ren.
"Doctor, my mother's illness can be cured, right?" The man asked fiercely.
"Yes. "Although there are risks, compared to the benefits of the surgery, the risks can be borne," Zheng Ren said. "If the surgery is not performed, the pressure on the portal vein will become higher and higher, like a time bomb.
"Moreover, the stubborn ascites are not easy to solve. Now that the body is healthy, vomiting blood once can be endured.
"When a large amount of protein leaks out and the body is malnourished, the healing ability of the blood vessels will be poor. It is estimated that if the person vomits blood again, it will be difficult for the person."
"Then do it! Doctor, do you think a hundred-thousand yuan is enough?" the man gritted his teeth and said.
