When Pei Jihua heard Du Heng say that, he knew Du Heng remembered him.
Sitting in front of Du Heng's desk, he said sincerely, "Thank you, Doctor Du. My wife has had her surgery, and she's doing very well now. If it weren't for your reminder, she might have had to have her uterus removed."
Du Heng smiled modestly. "Even if I hadn't said anything, you would have taken your wife to the hospital. I just gave you a heads-up."
"Still, I have to thank you. If you hadn't reminded us, we might have just bought some painkillers and gone home that day."
"Your wife has had her surgery, but have you been for a check-up yourself?" Du Heng quickly steered the conversation away from the gratuitous praise. While it was pleasant to hear and made him happy, it served no real purpose.
"I went to the Provincial Oncology Hospital yesterday and had scans done. It's confirmed; there's a tumor about one centimeter in size in my left lung," Pei Jihua said quickly.
