Bizet frowned and began to imagine that feeling in his mind: "How about forget it, I won't bother you anymore."

"kindness?"

Kawei walked up to him, pressed his shoulders with his hands, and pushed Bizet, who was about to stand up, back to his seat: "You promised me to have a check-up just now, why have you changed your mind now?"

"I have written more than half of the play, and now is the time when inspiration bursts out."

"You will have more inspiration after I finish checking it!"

Kawei had no time to spend time with him. The inexplicable death of this talented musician was a pity for the whole world, and it was also a question that he had been thinking about for the past few days. Examination is the best way to solve the question, and in many cases where coughing is the main problem

Among the chronic diseases, the throat is the only place that can be treated surgically.

"Open your mouth, it will be fine soon." Kawei put the tube in, "Just tell me."

"Ah~~~cough cough cough!!!"

"Come again! Just bear with it!"

"Ah~~~~cough," Bizet coughed violently, "This, cough, cough, this is too difficult, cough, cough, cough."

Kawei sighed, looked at Bizet and said, "For the last time, I'm going to go deeper this time, and you can hold on longer."

"No more, no more"

"I've already got some clues. I saw something just now." Kawei wiped the lens with gauze, "Just for the last time, I will quit as soon as I see what's going on inside."

Bizet retched twice, spit out a few mouthfuls of saliva, and opened his mouth again to let the mirror enter his throat. What Kawei touched was the most sensitive part of his throat, but since it was the last time, he should bear it for a while.

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"It'll be ready soon."

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"Well, it does look like there is something wrong with the throat." Kawei slowly took away the tube. This time he did not wipe it with gauze, but instead used a microscope slide. "There must be something wrong here, but I

I don’t know if it is definitely related to your cough, but the correlation is probably around 70 to 80%.”

"Ahem, cough, cough, doesn't this mean there was no examination, cough, cough."

"There is something growing in your throat. I suspect it is a tumor, that is, laryngeal cancer." Kawei directly expressed his guess, "Now I just took a simple sample, and the result is unknown."

Bizet froze on the spot, not believing his ears: "."

"If this sampling is empty, we might have to do it a second time." Kawei scraped the mucus on the lens onto the glass. "As a talented French musician, I, a talented surgeon, hope that you can actively treat and treat the disease for the better."
Chapter completed!