Naming Technique of the Night

Chapter 1811: Chapter 949: A Photograph

Return.

Countdown 168:00:00.

Qing Chen opened his eyes, and they were still at the training base, only everyone had lost their previous laughter.

”How many people did we sacrifice in total?” Qing Chen asked.

”2700 people,” Xiao Qi said quietly, ”and it was a meaningless sacrifice.”

Qing Chen shook his head. ”It wasn’t meaningless. Their deaths will alert us not to apply our experience from fighting in the East Continent to enemies in the West Continent. Their methods are more bizarre, not just dark magic. We still don’t know what abilities the priest in Black Water City has, or how the Ash Messenger in Phoenix City fights.”

Luo Wanya asked, ”The Parents’ Meeting has evacuated 170,000 people to Kuroharara. This number is too large, and even resupply is a problem. But the most critical thing is that this is already our core strength, all of them the highest level powers. If they can only hide in Kuroharara, then the Parents’ Meeting is as good as having its hands tied.”

Office work is manageable. After all, as long as the Key of Gate is open, everyone can enter and exit like an office, and information transmission is not hindered.

However, the combat power of the Parents’ Meeting is wasted.

Luo Wanya suggested, ”Why not urgently empower a batch of C-Class experts temporarily for the boss to command?”

”Empowering others will delay your cultivation. What I need is high-end combat power. Even if we temporarily empower a batch of C-Class, under this intensity of war, they will only be cannon fodder,” Qing Chen thought for a moment and said, ”Just cultivate earnestly in Kuroharara. All you Time Travelers should return to Whale Island to use Zhi Lanxing for cultivation. Let’s be silent for a while, I’ll figure out a way to resolve this.”

The Parents’ Meeting has expanded too quickly, and everyone has been complacent. It’s time to settle down a bit.

Qing Chen found Alice and Sorrel, smiled, hugged them, and bid farewell.

The Parents’ Meeting left two helicopters here, then returned to Whale Island through the Key of Gate, while Qing Chen, with Yang Yang’s help, flew into the night sky.

The next day, Qing Chen appeared in a public hospital in Haicheng. He took a slip and entered the MRI room, lying flat on a bed and was slowly sent into the semi-closed instrument.

This time coming to the hospital, Qing Chen did not go through Hu’s, but like an ordinary person, registered, queued, and paid.

Qing Chen doesn’t want too many people to know about his condition. Although going through Hu’s can certainly keep it confidential, the Puppet Master is very likely to infiltrate Hu Corporation first.

In the afternoon, the MRI films came out.

Qing Chen took the films to find a doctor, smiling at Yang Yang beside him. ”The doctor might tell me to eat whatever I want.”

Yang Yang twisted his arm. ”It’s already this time, and you still have the mood to joke.”

Yang Yang seemed more worried than Qing Chen.

Entering, Qing Chen politely asked, ”Doctor, hello, I want to know how much time I have left?”

The doctor looked at the films and then at Qing Chen. ”Your cancer cells have spread throughout your body... Doesn’t it hurt?”

”It hurts,” Qing Chen replied, ”My whole body hurts, it feels like it’s splitting apart, and my heart and lungs are a bit weak.”

The doctor was astonished, ”But you look like nothing’s wrong. Other patients at this stage are already exhausted, how can you still be smiling?”

Cancer within the body thoroughly destroys all bodily functions.

So by this time, patients are in constant pain, feeling like even a feather on them is a mountain pressing them down.

Unable to breathe.

The doctor has seen too many end-stage cancer patients with cells spreading throughout their body, sometimes not even bearing to look at their pain.

However, Qing Chen in front of him was different. Qing Chen was in pain but still very calm.

So calm he doesn’t seem like a cancer patient.

Qing Chen thought for a moment and explained, ”The pain is indeed there, but maybe I’ve gotten used to it. The pain threshold of my body has been raised in the past, so this pain can temporarily be endured.”

The doctor was shocked, wondering how high the threshold was raised? Or what kind of experience this young man had before to raise the pain threshold to... the level where even the pain of cancer can be handled calmly?

Qing Chen smiled, ”Doctor, is there any hope for me?”

The old doctor pushed up his glasses and looked at the films again. ”Use PD-1 or PD-L1 immunotherapy. First do a genetic test to see which is suitable for you. I also don’t know your family conditions, this therapy is relatively expensive, and it may cost about 800,000 a year, but it still has some effect on end-stage patients.”

”Are there any side effects?” Qing Chen asked.

”It will damage your liver and kidney function, and there’s a risk of fatality, like contracting immune myocarditis,” the old doctor explained patiently. ”Of course, considering end-stage cancer, trying it is definitely worth it.”

The doctor’s subtext was, anyways, you’re going to die, trying possibly might let you find a path to live a bit longer.

However, once Qing Chen heard the fatal risk, he asked, ”If I give up treatment, how much longer do I have?”

The doctor seriously looked at the films, ”A month? Two months? Young man, you might not be able to afford medical bills, but now there is partial reimbursement through medical insurance, and life is only one...”

Qing Chen smiled and said, ”If I spend all my money on treatment, what about my wife? Thank you, doctor, I won’t treat it.”