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Dr. Liang said: "I believe this term is a little strange to you. This is indeed a rare disease, a rare degenerative disease."

Du Shaoheng said: "Then how to cure this disease?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the doctor suddenly fell silent, as if hesitating.

Du Shaoheng's heart skipped a beat, and he narrowed his eyes: "Is this disease difficult to treat?"

Dr. Liang raised his head and hooked the corners of his lips with difficulty: "I regret to tell you that there is currently no curative drug for this disease in clinical medicine."

Du Shaoheng fell silent suddenly.

He lowered his head and rubbed his index finger gently with his thumb. After a while, he asked in a hoarse voice, "In other words, this is a terminal illness?"

Dr. Liang: "Currently."

Du Shaoheng's breathing was slightly unbalanced.

He took a deep breath, and for a while, there was some ringing in his ears.

So much so that Dr. Liang kept explaining the symptoms, but he couldn't hear clearly.

It seemed a long time before he regained his hearing.

Dr. Liang: "...Spinocerebellar ataxia is a large disease with many subtypes. Once this disease occurs, it will deteriorate rapidly if it is not intervened in time. However, the patients I took over, the survival period The length varies, some died five months after the diagnosis, and some were diagnosed ten years ago and are still alive today."

Du Shaoheng: "That is to say, according to the most optimistic thinking, I can still live for ten years."

Doctor Liang was at a loss for words.

Du Shaoheng asked suddenly: "Is this disease hereditary? I have two children."

It is this question that concerns him most.

As far as he knew, there were no inherited diseases in his family.

Dr. Liang said: "Most patients are genetic diseases, some are genetic mutations, and very few are caused by trauma. Mr. Du, did you have any brain trauma in your early years?"

Du Shaoheng said: "When I was in middle school, I had an accident and suffered a brain injury, but the doctor said at the time that the brain injury was not serious."

Dr. Liang said: "Mr. Du, don't be nervous. I just have a preliminary suspicion. You haven't been diagnosed yet. If you want to make a diagnosis, these tests alone are not enough. You need to do a few more tests. In addition, if you are concerned about whether the disease will Inheritance, you can cooperate with me to do an MLPA method and a special genetic test, this test can determine whether it will be passed on to the next generation."

Du Shaoheng said: "Do you want to do it today?"

Dr. Liang: "If you are free today."

Du Shaoheng raised his wrist and looked at his watch: "It may be too late. I will accompany my son to do rehabilitation today. He is about to finish his rehabilitation training soon. I will send him home."

Dr. Liang: "Then tomorrow. In short, the sooner the better."

Du Shaoheng nodded and stood up.

He walked to the door, turned around, and said to Dr. Liang, "Thank you, Dr. Liang."

Dr. Liang said helplessly, "Mr. Du, I hope the results of tomorrow's examination will be positive."

Du Shaoheng nodded.

Why didn't he hope that this was a false alarm.

He took the elevator to the floor where the recovery room was located.

Junjun just finished his rehabilitation training.

The effect of this training is obvious.

Originally, he had been sitting in a wheelchair for a long time, and his legs and knee joints were stiff and could not be bent. Now, at a glance, his legs have become straighter.

The doctor is going to carry Junjun to the wheelchair.

Du Shaoheng walked over immediately: "I'll do it."

He bent down and carried Junjun onto the wheelchair.

Junjun raised his head, "Father, the doctor said, I'll be able to walk on the ground after two more visits."

Du Shaoheng smiled: "This is a good thing."

He could tell that Jun Jun was very happy, with a smile on his face.

Jun Jundao: "Where have you been? When I was resting just now, I saw that you were not here."

Du Shaoheng said: "I went to the back garden for a walk."

He knelt down, gently rubbed Junjun's tender face, his handsome eyes slightly bent: "Are you thirsty? Do you want a drink?"

Jun Jundao: "A little bit."

Du Shaoheng said: "Okay."

He pushed Junjun downstairs and bought mineral water from the vending machine for him to drink.

Jun Jun had just finished his rehabilitation, and his physical strength was exhausted, and he couldn't even unscrew the bottle cap.

Du Shaoheng took the water bottle from him, unscrewed the cap, and handed it to him.

Junjun hugged the water bottle and drank it in big gulps. It could be seen that he was really thirsty.

Du Shaoheng sighed, clutching the report tightly in his hand, flipping through a few pages, looking at the doctor's scribbled handwriting on the medical record, he felt a little uncomfortable.

Although he hasn't been diagnosed yet, he can't help but think about what to do if he is diagnosed with the disease.

If he really got this disease, how long can he live.

a year?

Five years?

ten years?

Does he still have the chance to watch the two children grow up healthy and happy?

The concept of death was too vague and abstract for him.

He couldn't imagine that he was still so young, but one day, he suddenly had to face such cold words.

Therefore, he has no fear or fear of death.

Now, he was somewhat lucky in his heart, and he hoped that this was a misdiagnosis.

Even if he was sure that he had this disease, then...he hoped that it was not caused by a genetic mutation.

After Junjun drank the whole bottle of water, Du Shaoheng said, "Father will take you home."

"it is good."

The next day.

Du Shaoheng went to the company for a meeting early in the morning. After the meeting, he went to the hospital and had two additional examinations.

Dr. Liang told him that the test report needs to be sent to the laboratory, and the results will be issued next week.

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Du Shaoheng sent Junjun to do rehabilitation training as usual.

After sending Junjun to the recovery room, Du Shaoheng found Dr. Liang.

The night before, Dr. Liang sent him a text message saying that the test results had been issued.

Du Shaoheng pushed open the door and just entered the office. When Dr. Liang saw him, he stood up and said, "Mr. Du, you are here."

Du Shaoheng nodded, glanced out of the corner of his eye, and saw a stack of reports on the table.

Presumably, this is his inspection report.

He walked to the table and picked it up casually. He couldn't understand the dense data on it, so he raised his head and asked, "Doctor Liang, what's the result?"

Dr. Liang: "There is bad news, but there is also good news."

Du Shaoheng: "Just say it directly, I'm already mentally prepared."

Dr. Liang: "Mr. Du, please sit down."

Du Shaoheng sat down opposite Dr. Liang.

Dr. Liang said: "First of all, the bad news is that unfortunately... the results of this examination have confirmed that you are indeed suffering from spinocerebellar ataxia, but the good news is that this disease in your body will not be passed on to your descendants. Generation, you can rest assured."

When Du Shaoheng heard this, his complexion turned slightly pale, but he quickly adjusted: "Got it."

Although he appeared calm, Dr. Liang could tell that he was a little irritated.

Doctor Liang was in a complicated mood.