"And the 70% chance of failure means that Xia Luoke might die on the operating table." Tom's voice transmitted unembellished into Qiao Xiguan's ears.
Qiao Xiguan stared straight at Tom, unable to speak for a moment.
Tom seemed to sense Qiao Xiguan's emotions, his voice gentle, "So, I really don't agree with doing the surgery. Xia Luoke is right; life is only once, don't hand it over to someone else so easily, even if they are so-called doctors."
"But without the surgery, wouldn't death be imminent?" Qiao Xiguan was a bit agitated.
"At least it's a normal metabolic process of life."
"Tom." Qiao Xiguan took a deep breath and said to him, "I admit that what you've told me today isn't as bad as I thought it would be, so I think I need some time to digest everything you've said. What I want to know now is, isn't it true that surgery might still offer a glimmer of hope, while without it, there's only waiting for death with no miracle possible?"
