Xu Zhiliang looked at her and said, "We can do it."
Zhao Xiaofeng added, "But this surgery, we can't guarantee it will be completely clean. Diffuse type glioma, do you know what it means?"
The woman was stunned for a moment, then shook her head.
"It means the tumor and normal brain tissue grow together and can't be separated. We can remove most of it, but some will always remain. If left, it may recur in the future. But if we take too much, he won't wake up now."
Zhao Xiaofeng looked at the woman.
"Think it over. Do it, or not?"
The woman stood there, her lips trembling, unable to speak for a long time.
The boy reached out and held his mother's hand.
"Mom," he said, "I'll do it."
The woman looked at him, tears falling.
"But..."
"I'll do it." The boy said, looking at Xu Zhiliang.
"Director Xu, go ahead. No matter the result, I'll accept it."
Xu Zhiliang was silent for a few seconds.
Then he nodded.
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