There was still hope, but it was slim.
Xu Jiali was Jie Jingchen's maternal aunt, which was the only reason Qin Mei was even considering extending her life. If it were anyone else, she wouldn't have. The wealthy could use their money to stay alive, but for ordinary people, the medical expenses in the later stages would be an enormous sum. It would drag down the entire family, and it was too cruel to make a patient wait for death in agony.
Jie Jingchen thought for a moment, then said, "Send her abroad."
"..." Qin Mei.
Qin Mei wanted to bite Jie Jingchen's head off. 'He's so desperate he'd try anything,' she fumed internally. She said irritably, "With this disease, it doesn't matter where you send her. The result will be the same."
"What if there's a miracle?" Jie Jingchen asked.
The corner of Qin Mei's mouth twitched. 'This guy actually believes in miracles.' "You might as well say I misdiagnosed her."
