"I know, I really know, but I can't bear to see him suffer like that, waiting for death. It's better to send him away sooner." Li Jingyi's heartache was contagious to Xiao Lin, who didn't know when he had become so emotional.
"You can't give up before the hospital has reached any conclusion. In fact, you couldn't bring yourself to do it, right?"
Xiao Lin's words completely broke down the defense line Li Jingyi almost couldn't hold, and tears uncontrollably fell onto the back of his hand.
"Bring Xiaoxin's medical records to me tomorrow. I can't guarantee I can cure him, but I will do my best to extend his life."
Cancer is not Xiao Lin's specialty; he leans more towards surgical treatment for internal diseases. It's not that he can't handle them, but the internal medicine he prefers is traditional Chinese treatment, which is a tedious and lengthy process. Without seeing the medical history, he wouldn't make any guarantees.
