"Dr. Chen, what's worse than mid-stage rectal cancer?"
The girl clutched the hem of her clothes.
Even though she had a rough guess in her mind.
But when her gaze fell on Chen Mu.
She couldn't help but be filled with hope.
Facing her pleading eyes, Chen Mu remained heartless.
"Worse than mid-stage rectal cancer, naturally, is late-stage cancer."
Hearing Chen Mu's words, the girl, sitting on the hospital bed, swayed.
She fell straight back, rigidly.
A person in a white coat promptly supported her head, gently laying her back onto the bed.
A slightly reproachful look.
Was directly cast at Chen Mu: "Dr. Chen, you should know the patient's current situation is very fragile..."
She can't handle such direct words.
Chen Mu looked up at the person in the white coat, feeling somewhat speechless: "But I've already told her before now, she might be in the mid-stage of rectal cancer..."
What's more severe than mid-stage cancer?
Naturally, it's late-stage cancer!
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