A year later.
"Miss Liu, look, the tumor in Mr. Xin's brain has grown. This is from a year ago, and this is from now..."
The two images seem indistinguishable, but when overlaid, it becomes clear that it has indeed grown.
"Can surgery be done?"
"Not for now." The doctor shook his head. "It's too difficult to operate in that location."
The doctor's advice was that unless absolutely necessary, it was best not to perform surgery.
Because the success rate was too low.
Chuzheng had taken Xin Zhu to other doctors, but the result was the same; surgery was not recommended.
No one could guarantee the success of surgery in such a situation.
Chuzheng left with a heavy heart, not noticing Xin Zhu as she came out.
He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. "I'm not afraid of dying, don't be sad."
Chuzheng's brow furrowed slightly. "You were eavesdropping again."
