Ye Qiu finished reviewing Xia Jing's condition and came out of the ward. An Lijun's parents immediately rushed over; it was clear that An Lijun's situation could no longer wait.
"Doctor Ye, we've made up our minds, we'll proceed exactly as you suggested."
An Lijun's father said.
"What if he regrets it later?"
"He won't. Yesterday, I already had a lawyer come over and sign the contract."
An Lijun's father took out a contract, Ye Qiu looked at it, and it was indeed as he described. Of course, it stated that only if he is truly fully cured will regret not occur.
Ye Qiu smiled, handed the contract back to them, and followed An Lijun's parents to the critical care ward where An Lijun had been sent by his attending physician to await death.
An Lijun's wife and other relatives were waiting outside. Now that Ye Qiu had arrived, he pushed open the hospital room door, and as he entered, he already smelled a rotting death—clearly, An Lijun's situation couldn't wait any longer.
