After I caught the scumbag cheating, Mr. Xiao wanted to marry me

Chapter 225 Diagnosis

Butler Zhao took a short nap and received the physical examination report in the afternoon.

"Doctor, I exercise regularly and am in good health. I shouldn't be ill."

When Butler Zhao said this, his tone was relaxed, with a smile on his lips, and he didn't take it seriously at all.

Unexpectedly, the doctor looked at the test results with a serious expression.

"Alpha-fetoprotein is over 400 mg/L... Enhanced CT scan shows liver lesions..."

At first, Butler Zhao looked confused when he heard the doctor's terminology, until he heard the word "lesion", his expression suddenly froze.

"Doctor, please explain more clearly. I don't understand those terms."

The doctor took a look at him and sighed slightly: "According to the test results, it is liver cancer."

As soon as these words came out, Butler Zhao's mind went blank and buzzed. He was unable to come back to his senses for a long time, and his lips lost their color.

Liver cancer! It’s actually liver cancer!

"Mr. Zhao." Seeing that his expression was not right, the doctor hurriedly called him.

Butler Zhao finally came to his senses. His lips trembled, and he hesitated to speak. After a long while, he said with difficulty: "Could it be a misdiagnosis? I don't smoke or drink, so why did I get liver cancer?"

"Liver cancer can be caused by many factors, including diet, environment, genetics, poor sleep habits, and even viral infections. There's no such thing as misdiagnosis. If you're concerned, you can have another checkup in a couple of days."

"Have you had a poor appetite for a long time? Food is difficult to digest, and your stool is black..."

The doctor listed a series of symptoms, all of which matched Butler Zhao's.

Butler Zhao couldn't bear the huge blow, his body swayed and his expression was dazed.

Shen Lan was right. He was indeed ill. He didn't know whether to be thankful that Shen Lan saw through it, or to call her a pessimist.

"Luckily, it was discovered early. The test results showed it was in the early to mid-stage liver cancer. Most patients are diagnosed with the disease in the late stages. The earlier it is discovered, the higher the chance of cure."

The doctor's words made Butler Zhao's eyes light up: "Doctor, what is the cure rate of my disease?"

"About 60% requires surgical resection and medication. Whether or not it will recur depends on postoperative care. It's best to have regular checkups, avoid overexertion, and rest."

The doctor said a lot more, and when Butler Zhao heard that he was not allowed to overwork after the operation and that it was best to rest, he fell silent for a moment.

As the chief steward of the Xiao family, it is impossible not to be tired.

In the past, Butler Zhao wouldn't have been so greedy for this position. He had earned enough money over the years, his daughter had grown up and had a respectable job, and his young master had become powerful. He could have retired and enjoyed his retirement in peace.

But now, if he leaves the Xiao family, how can he help his daughter achieve her goal? By the time he recovers from his illness, the Xiao family will have been completely reorganized and he will no longer be able to interfere.

Butler Zhao was in a state of confusion. After a long pause, he said, "Doctor, I'll go back and discuss this with my family."

At this moment, he was extremely glad that he had been more careful and did not go to the hospital under the Xiao family. Otherwise, when the test results came out, the young master would have received the news.

Butler Zhao looked dazed, and when he came to his senses, he was already at the door of his house.

He stood quietly outside the door for a long time before slowly opening it.

Zhao Yue heard the noise and ran out of the room with a sweet smile: "Dad, you're back."

Seeing his daughter's smile, Butler Zhao's eyes instantly turned red and moist.

He hadn't lived enough, hadn't seen his daughter get married and have children, how could he die? Even if he died, he wouldn't be at peace.

"Dad, why are you crying?" Zhao Yue walked over nervously and carefully wiped away his tears: "What happened?"

"Nothing, it was just windy outside and some sand got into my eyes."

Butler Zhao quickly wiped his eyes with his sleeve and asked with a smile, "What were you doing in the room just now? Have you eaten?"

Zhao Yue looked down at his empty hands and said, "Dad, didn't you say you would bring me something delicious when you come back?"

Butler Zhao then remembered what he had said on WeChat, and his expression became a little stiff.

"Dad forgot. How about this, whatever you want to eat, Dad will make it for you. It's been a long time since we, father and daughter, have eaten together."

Zhao Yue smiled. "I want to eat shrimp and chicken wings."

"Okay, there's some in the refrigerator. You go sit in the living room and Dad will cook." Butler Zhao changed his shoes and went to get the ingredients, trying to keep himself busy.

But when I heard the TV in the living room and the rice bubbling in the pot, tears still flowed down my cheeks.

Yueyue can’t even cook properly. What will happen to his daughter if he dies?

During the meal, Butler Zhao casually asked, "Yueyue, what do you think if Dad quits his job at the Xiao family?"