Cao Jianguo believed his son's words for the time being.

In a sense, Cao Shujie really didn't lie to his father.

In the blink of an eye, three days have passed, and there is only one week left before the end of October.

Cao Shujie has not appeared in the factory these days. If anything happens in the company, I call him directly to report.

At this time, Cao Shujie was not in the mood to go to the company.

On this day, after receiving a call from Liang Shihong, Cao Shujie went to his office again.

The pathological test results for intestinal polyps came out, but this time the results were not that good.

Liang Shihong told Cao Shujie that surgery was necessary, but there was one thing. Cao Zhenghu was 87 this year, and his body might not be able to support it.

"Dean Liang, are there any other treatment methods? For example, conservative treatment?" Cao Shujie asked him.

Liang Shihong thought for a while and then said: "Either take Chinese medicine to treat it. I know there is a master of Chinese medicine in Quancheng. Mr. Cao can take Mr. Cao over to have a look, but I'm not sure if it is possible."

"In addition, Mr. Cao is old. This is a reality we have to face."
Chapter completed!