Chapter 216 Radiotherapy Equipment
Grace coughed and said weakly, "Noah, no, put me down, don... don't bother taking me to the hospital, it... it's useless..."
Before she finished her words, Noah gently placed his hand over her mouth and said, "Trust me."
Grace sighed and shook her head, deciding not to argue further.
Noah helped Grace into the car, seating her in the back. Scarlett also sat in the back with her.
Once they were settled, Noah started the car and drove away from the rundown neighborhood.
As Grace watched Noah's focused silhouette from the backseat, she felt a warmth envelop her. Cancer was almost impossible to cure, but Noah hadn't given up. He was taking her to the hospital.
This feeling of being cared for was something Grace hadn't experienced in a long time.
'Even if I do pass away, I'm happy,' Grace thought, tears welling up in her eyes. 'At least, in my final days, someone cares me and tries to save me.'
"Mom, why are you crying again?" Scarlett asked softly, noticing her tears.
"No, sweetie, I'm not crying. I'm just happy," Grace replied, choking up as she wiped her tears away.
Oceanbridge City's St. Mary's Hospital was one of the top hospitals in the entire region.
Half an hour later, Noah parked the car and helped Grace to the oncology department.
"What seems to be the problem?" A middle-aged doctor asked from behind his desk, glancing at Grace.
The doctor, around fifty years old, wore glasses and had a calm demeanor that exuded expertise. His name was Zachary, one of the few chief physicians at the hospital with extensive experience in treating cancer and tumors.
"Esophageal cancer, early stage," Noah said, handing over the diagnosis report. "Dr. Zachary, can you help her?"
Zachary took the report, glanced at it, and smiled, "In the past, given our current medical capabilities, we wouldn't have been able to cure this. We could only slow the spread of cancer cells with surgery and chemotherapy, extending the patient's life by two to three years at most, and that would come with high medical costs."
Grace's face fell, a look of despair creeping into her eyes. This was the same thing her previous doctor had told her.
"But now, we can treat it," Zachary continued, his tone shifting. "Recently, our hospital acquired a new radiation therapy machine that uses californium. This element's radioactivity can kill cancer cells. With just three to four treatment sessions, we can completely eradicate the cancer cells and cure the disease."
Noah nodded. He knew the californium was the same one he had given to the Benson Family. Lily had told him that the Benson Family had started collaborating with major hospitals to develop radiation therapy machines using half of the californium.
The radiation machine in Oceanbridge City was at St. Mary's Hospital. Since Grace's cancer was in its early stages, Noah was confident they could cure her.
"Grace, right down here, you may rest assured, you'll get better soon," Noah said, looking at her.
Grace nodded, a glimmer of hope in her eyes. She hadn't expected her cancer to be curable.
"Hold on a second!" Zachary interjected with a smile. "Because the radiation machine is very expensive to acquire, the treatment cost is also very high. Each session costs $100,000. Four sessions will be $400,000, and with additional costs for care, bed, and medication, the total will be around $500,000. The cost is high, and it isn't covered by insurance, so you need to consider that."
"$500,000!" Grace's face paled. She couldn't possibly afford that.
"No problem. Let's proceed," Noah said calmly. To him, $500,000 was nothing.
Zachary was surprised, glancing at Noah. He found it hard to believe this young man could afford such a sum.
"I'll write up a payment order. Once you pay, we'll start the treatment immediately," Zachary said, handing Noah the order.
"Grace, wait here. I'll go pay," Noah said, taking the order.
Grace nodded, feeling a bit nervous about the upcoming treatment.
In no time, Noah returned, having successfully paid the fee, and handed the receipt to Zachary.
Zachary widened his eyes, feeling surprised again as he looked at Noah.
"Can we start the treatment now?" Noah asked, a hint of impatience in his voice. He didn't like Zachary's attitude, even though he understood that hospitals operated on a pay-to-play basis.
"Of course!" Zachary replied with a smile. "I'll arrange for the treatment to start right away."
"Dr. Zachary! Please, you have to help my father!" a voice suddenly called out.
A woman entered the room, supporting an elderly man. The woman, in her forties, was overweight but dressed extravagantly, adorned with diamond necklaces, gold rings, and jade. Once she entered, the room was filled with the strong scent of her perfume.
The elderly man, in his seventies, had white hair and a weak complexion. He clutched his stomach and walked unsteadily. Two bodyguards in suits and sunglasses followed them, their expressions stoic.
"Ms. Smith!" Zachary exclaimed, standing up to greet her. "What's wrong? Is Mr. Smith ill?"
"Yes," Mary nodded, "Early-stage stomach cancer. I heard your hospital has a new radiation machine that uses californium to kill cancer cells and cure cancer. As soon as my dad was diagnosed, I brought him here."
"I see," Zachary said, smiling, "Don't worry, Ms. Smith. I promise you, we can cure your dad."
"That's a relief," Mary said, relaxing. "Hurry up the treatment."
"No problem. Mr. Smith, please go to the next room to shave your head and remove any dentures or metal items. Once that's done, we can begin the treatment," Zachary said warmly.
Hearing this, Noah frowned slightly, "Dr. Zachary, we were here first, and I've already paid. Shouldn't we be treated first?"
Zachary looked at Noah. "Sir, please be patient. We'll treat Mr. Smith first, and then it will be your turn. How does that sound?"
"No," Noah shook his head, "We need to follow the rules. The longer we wait, the more dangerous it is for the patient. We must be treated first."
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