Zhao Heng looked at the girl lying on the transport bed, her right eye protruding to the size of a papaya, and asked the girl's father, a middle-aged man: "How long has she been like this?"
"Doctor, it's been a month."
The middle-aged man said.
"A month?"
Hearing the uncle's answer, Zhao Heng was somewhat surprised. With such a large tumor, Zhao Heng thought it had developed for at least a year, but it had been only a month.
Generally speaking, for a tumor to grow this big in a month, it indicates a very high level of malignancy, and Zhao Heng had a bad feeling at this moment.
"What was it like at the beginning?"
Zhao Heng continued to ask.
"Doctor, at first, Miaomiao said her eye itched, so I took her to the hospital. The doctor prescribed eye drops, which I administered when we got back. The next day, Miaomiao's eye was swollen."
The middle-aged man said.
"How big was it when it started swelling?"
Zhao Heng thought for a moment and asked.
