At that moment, Zhang Changlan immediately introduced the other party. "This is the chairman of our hospital, and he's also..."
Jiang Siming did not wait for her to finish. He walked over, took a document from his pocket, and quietly handed it to her.
After taking a look, the old woman was surprised, and she immediately placed complete trust in Jiang Siming.
"Ma'am, I'm going to examine Elder Lin now. Don't worry. As long as there's even the slightest chance, I'll do everything I can."
"Thank you, thank you. We'll cooperate fully," the old woman replied.
Qin Yiyi and Zhang Changlan, mother and daughter, were both rather curious about why Jiang Siming had gained the old woman's trust so quickly.
When Qin Yiyi had first arrived, the old woman had thought she was too young and simply refused to trust her.
Yet Jiang Siming had only shown her a document, and she had become so cooperative.
The mother and daughter both realized that their chairman really was no ordinary person.
Jiang Siming began examining Elder Lin. The results were exactly as Zhang Changlan had said: late-stage bile duct cancer, with the disease already beyond treatment.
"How is he, sir? Can my husband still be saved?" the old woman asked, her face filled with expectation.
Jiang Siming was silent for a moment before answering, "Yes."
"What? Really?" The old woman was overjoyed.
Qin Yiyi and Zhang Changlan, however, were extremely astonished. They found it unbelievable. How could Jiang Siming say there was hope? With this kind of illness, how could he possibly be confident?
But then they thought about it. Hadn't he cured Qin Yiyi and her father's "stomach cancer" before?
Jiang Siming nodded. "There is indeed hope, but it'll be somewhat troublesome. We'll need to combine Western and traditional Chinese