"Dr. Zhao, then I'll go back and tell her."
Sun Xinxin, seeing Zhao Heng had agreed, immediately said with some happiness.
Although rationally speaking, Sun Xinxin knew that for a late-stage malignant tumor like Ewing's sarcoma, the treatment is pretty much the same everywhere.
But because of her own experience, Sun Xinxin always felt that there seemed to be a faint possibility here with Zhao Heng.
Having received Zhao Heng's approval, Sun Xinxin stood up and happily left the office.
After Sun Xinxin left, Zhao Heng also sighed slightly.
There used to be a couplet in front of a pharmacy saying, "I wish the world had no illness, I'd rather let the medicine on the shelf gather dust."
