A genius? I just love studying.

Chapter 321 Giving Up Treatment
In a farmhouse restaurant on the outskirts of Chengdu, thirty or forty people were busy at work. Some were chopping vegetables, some were cooking, and some were handling kitchen utensils, seemingly preparing for a grand party.

They included men and women, elderly people in their sixties, young adults in their thirties and forties, and even teenagers.

Li Tianhua was quite content among these people. With his years of experience delivering food, he had even managed to become the head chef. He couldn't stop smiling, especially when he heard the unanimous praise from his fellow patients.

This was naturally a gathering of cancer patients. This was their third gathering. In just one year, six people had left and five more had joined.

Not all of them were patients; some were parents who were worried and came along as well.

This farmhouse restaurant was opened by a fellow patient, and everyone brought their own ingredients. Although there are many wealthy people among the patients, everyone tries to be frugal because most of them have exhausted their savings on medical treatment.

Only when you get sick do you realize that health is the most precious treasure of humankind.

Once infected with this disease, not only will money be spent like water, but they will also be unable to find stable employment. Their livelihoods will be cut off, and most of them will live in dire straits.

Li Tianhua secretly rejoiced. If it weren't for Chen Hui's rise to prominence, he couldn't imagine what a terrible situation his family would have faced without him as their main breadwinner.

After more than a year of treatment, his physical condition is still relatively good, but he is no longer able to do heavy or strenuous work for long periods of time, making it impossible for him to continue delivering food.

Fortunately, with Chen Hui around, he only needs to focus on recovering.

After a flurry of activity, all the food was finally served before nightfall. Everyone sat at three large tables, eating and drinking with laughter and chatter. Given their current condition, it was indeed not a good time for them to drink alcohol.

Once the delicious food entered their mouths, everyone started talking non-stop, recounting their glorious past and heroic deeds.

Some of them were once the owners of listed companies. After falling ill, they lost all hope, sold their companies, and traveled with their families to recuperate.

Some of them are the lowest-level workers, impoverished due to medical expenses, yet they still wear bright, sunny smiles.

Some are just ordinary white-collar workers who, despite having some savings, don't know when this illness will end. They are always worried about the day when their wealth will be gone and about how their illness will affect their family's quality of life.

Some of them had acted bravely and rescued four children from the river. They were almost too exhausted to get ashore, but luckily someone saw them and handed them a stick. Later, they were awarded a medal for their bravery.

At this point, he joked that if he had died back then, he would have been a martyr at least. Now, if he died, he would probably be like a rat in a sewer, and no one would care.

As they chatted and talked, time seemed to speed up, and before they knew it, it was past nine o'clock. Everyone started clearing away the dishes and preparing to leave.

"Jiaqi seems to be in good shape lately. It's so nice to be young!"

At this moment, a pale-faced middle-aged man looked at Jiaqi with a hearty laugh and praised her.

These people only feel comfortable when they are with other patients, at least when others don't look at them with pity.

Even if the other party meant well, their gazes made them feel extremely uncomfortable.

This is also why their small patient support group managed to organize three large gatherings in just six months.

However, as soon as he said this, his parents sitting next to Jiaqi changed their expressions. His older brother, who had just spoken, also realized something was wrong and tried to salvage the situation, but he stammered and didn't know what to say. He was so anxious that his face turned red. This grown man was so flustered that he was at a loss for what to do.

"It's alright, Uncle Hongkun."

Only then did Jiaqi speak, and she ripped off her wig, saying, "I'm ready to give up on treatment."

After more than a year of chemotherapy, he had lost all his hair.

That's how chemotherapy works; some people don't experience severe side effects, while others might lose their hair or develop rashes.

Clearly, Jiaqi has allergies.

“How can that be? You’re so young. If you get proper treatment, you’ll definitely be able to live a long time. I know a young girl who had lung cancer. She was diagnosed with late-stage lung cancer more than ten years ago, and she’s still alive and well.”

Yang Hongkun quickly said that Jiaqi was the youngest among them and could be considered their group's darling. Everyone liked this clever and mischievous little girl.

"Yes, we must persevere. Maybe in a few years, a drug that can completely cure cancer will appear."

An older woman nearby also offered her advice.

"This is my fate, I accept it."

Jiaqi shook her head. "I don't want to suffer like this anymore. I want to live like a normal person, instead of feeling like a ghost, neither human nor ghost, and being a burden to my parents."

Jiaqi's mother, standing to the side, already had tears in her eyes, clearly having already tried to persuade Jiaqi many times.

"I probably won't be attending gatherings anymore. I'm going out to have fun, and I'll share the good photos I take with everyone in the group chat later."

Everyone remained silent, their feelings complicated. Jiaqi, on the other hand, had a bright smile. Sometimes, once a decision is made, one truly feels a sense of relief.

Li Tianhua was also very saddened. Jiaqi and the deceased Han Mengying were the first patients he met and the ones he talked with the most.

Now Han Mengying has long since passed away, and Jiaqi has given up treatment, leaving only this old man in the end.

He knew that Han Mengying's death had been a huge blow to Jiaqi. Otherwise, if that sunny girl were still alive, Jiaqi would never have given up on treatment. Even if she wanted to give up, Han Mengying could have easily persuaded her.

“Jiaqi, let’s wait a little longer. I have a nephew who is an expert in tumor research. He told me that their laboratory has recently made new progress, and maybe a drug that can completely cure cancer will be on the market soon.”

Li Tianhua also spoke up to offer advice.

Jiaqi smiled and shook her head. She knew this was just Li Tianhua's way of comforting her. If it were so easy to completely cure cancer, there wouldn't be so many people waiting to die.

"Jiaqi, trust me!"

Li Tianhua spoke again, "My nephew's name is Chen Hui."

"Chen Hui?"

The others also looked at Li Tianhua with suspicion. Of course, they had heard of Chen Hui's name, and they had even fantasized that if a genius like Chen Hui appeared in the field of cancer, would they be saved?

"That's right, it's Chen Hui, the one you're thinking of."

Li Tianhua gave them a positive answer, and then he took out a photo of himself and Chen Hui and circulated it among everyone.

"Wow, Uncle Tianhua is actually Chen Shen's uncle."

Jiaqi looked at the photo Li Tianhua took out and exclaimed excitedly. Then she suddenly remembered the fat man who accompanied Li Tianhua to see a doctor in the lobby of West China Hospital a year ago. After thinking about it carefully, he did look somewhat similar to Chen Shen.

At that time, he had just been diagnosed with late-stage cancer and was so shocked that he didn't notice this. "I'm a fan of Chen Shen, Uncle Tianhua, could you help me get Chen Shen's autograph?"

The holiday was filled with longing as she looked at Li Tianhua.

"of course can."

Li Tianhua agreed without hesitation, "If you continue your treatment, I can invite him to have dinner with me when he returns to Chengdu next time."

Jiaqi hesitated for a moment. It seemed that having dinner with Chen Hui was an irresistible temptation for her, which made her willing to reconsider her treatment.

"Wait a minute, isn't Chen Shen a mathematician?"

Jiaqi suddenly realized that she was just worried and confused. Chen Hui could recite all his achievements by heart, but she had never heard that they had anything to do with cancer.

“He started researching cancer more than a year ago. He wanted to find a way to completely cure cancer and heal me.”

Li Tianhua sighed with emotion, believing that if it weren't for him, Chen Hui would definitely have made more achievements in mathematics or other fields in the past year or so, perhaps even enough time to solve two Millennium Problems.

"You, Li Tianhua, you've been hiding it well! It's Professor Chen's test!"

Yang Hongkun exclaimed, "If that's the case, then we have hope! No matter what the problem is, as long as Professor Chen is willing to study it, he can solve it quickly."

Given Chen Hui's current fame, he would certainly know about Chen Hui's deeds.

Of course, he didn't really think highly of this, because Chen Hui was, after all, a mathematician. If it were a mathematical problem, he would believe it without hesitation, but asking a mathematician to study cancer was a bit of a pipe dream.

He even felt that Chen Hui's claim of new achievements was merely to comfort Li Tianhua.

But he still seemed very excited, hoping to use Chen Hui's good news to persuade Jiaqi to continue her treatment.

"Yes, if Professor Chen were to intervene, we would truly be saved."

The others echoed their sentiments, and the previously bleak atmosphere instantly became positive and uplifting, as if everyone had seen a glimmer of hope.

"Uncle Tianhua, did Chen Shen really go to research cancer?"

Jiaqi stared at Li Tianhua with wide, bright eyes, full of anticipation.

"of course it's true!"

"You can ask him yourself when the time comes if you don't believe me."

"Okay, then I'll continue with the treatment. I believe Chen Shen can definitely do it!"

Without Li Tianhua needing to persuade her further, Jiaqi gave an affirmative answer. Her face was filled with confidence, and her trust in Chen Hui had even risen to the level of faith.

Everyone seemed very happy, whether it was because they had successfully persuaded Jiaqi or because they learned that Chen Hui was researching cancer.

The dinner party ended in a warm and lively atmosphere.

While clearing away the dishes, Jiaqi's mother quietly approached Li Tianhua and whispered, "Thank you for today. If it weren't for you, we really wouldn't know how to persuade her."

"No need to thank me. Jiaqi is a good girl, and we all like her very much. She should be able to enjoy a brighter life. Believe me, cancer will soon be a cure."

If we're talking about die-hard fans, Li Tianhua is definitely a brainless fan of Chen Hui. He wasn't saying this to comfort Jiaqi; he genuinely believed that Chen Hui could do it.

Jiaqi's mother forced an awkward smile, "You don't need to lie to me anymore. We know you're just saying that to comfort Jiaqi."

She simply couldn't believe that Chen Hui, a mathematician, could suddenly switch to cancer research and achieve such significant results in just over a year.

Li Tianhua didn't say anything more. Chen Hui had called him a few days ago, saying that the latest treatment plan had entered the clinical stage, and he believed that everyone wouldn't have to wait too long for that day.

……

In the intensive care unit of Huaxia Medical Academy,

More than a month has passed, and the patient who originally needed a large dose of morphine for pain relief is now asking for a reduction in dosage. A trace of color has returned to his ashen face, his violent cough has disappeared, and his breathing has become steady and deep.

For the first time, he was able to eat a whole bowl of porridge and gave the nurse a long-lost smile.

The family members wept with joy outside the ward, their voices faintly coming through the glass.

Originally, the doctor estimated that the patient would not live for more than half a month, but now more than a month has passed, and he has not only not collapsed, but his condition is getting better and better. Regardless of whether the new drug is really effective, they have already made a profit.

With such good results achieved in the first patient, Song Chaoming and his team had already conducted comparative verification in the second and third groups.

Patient A, who was also in the terminal stage, developed EGFR mutations and multidrug resistance due to long-term treatment. Existing drugs were no longer effective for him, and he could only watch helplessly as the tumor continued to grow. He was already in the stage of waiting to die when he saw the news that Song Chaoming's laboratory was recruiting volunteers.

However, after using Nirvana No. 1, the tumor shrank by 30% in just half a month, and the main lesions decreased by more than 70%. He felt that his condition was better than ever before.

Another terminal patient, B, suffered from small cell lung cancer with extensive metastasis. After half a month of treatment with Nirvana No. 1, the brain metastases significantly disappeared on imaging, and the accompanying neurological symptoms were relieved.

Patient C had alveolar cell carcinoma. After treatment, a biopsy showed that the cancer cells were either eliminated or differentiated into normal lung epithelial cells.

The lab's data server runs like crazy every night, processing massive amounts of therapeutic data, and the charts it generates are all beautiful curves that slope downwards.

An interim analysis report from an independent data watchdog committee was urgently sent to the relevant departments.

The conclusion was only one sentence: "The therapeutic effect is significant. It is recommended to terminate the control group treatment early and provide Nirvana No. 1 treatment to all patients in the control group."

This is the rarest and most compelling conclusion in clinical trials.

"Let's start writing the paper, and publish it in 'Huaxia Mathematics'."

Song Chaoming smiled and said to Tang Jian, "At this moment, I thought of the paper in Cell, and the previous evaluations of me. I wonder what their expressions will be after this paper is published."

New drugs need to go through three phases of clinical trials to be marketed, which takes several years and involves extensive and long-term observation of the participants, but this is not required for writing papers.

Furthermore, Nirvana No. 1 has now entered the third phase of verification, and he believes it will be launched on the market soon.

(End of this chapter)