"Doctor... have we tried them all?" After a long while, Shane Winchester spoke softly.
"Yes, we've consulted the best doctors both domestically and abroad, but you know the situation."
"How much longer?"
Zachary Armstrong was silent for a while: "Two or three months, maybe, if things are good, a little longer. It depends on her."
Shane Winchester's eyelashes trembled lightly, his whole body shaking, unable to hide the moisture in the corner of his eyes.
Zachary Armstrong looked up at him, observing his expression, and said calmly: "You stay and take care of her, I have something to do, I'm leaving first."
When the words fell, he turned and left, leaving Shane Winchester alone standing at the window.
The cigarette ash had accumulated to a point it couldn't bear anymore and fell off. Shane Winchester took a long time to open his eyes, extinguished the cigarette in hand, and turned toward the direction of the ward.
