Chapter 1031 He Wants to Give up Treatment

Jun Moyan turned to look at Xiaocha, with a pale face, and asked, "...Where is Xiaoai?"

"Miss Wen and her cousin left this morning and said they were going home to the holy city. Miss Wen kept calling you, but your phone was turned off. There must be something urgent at Miss Wen's house, because when she left Crying all the time."

boom.

It was like a thunder exploded in Jun Moyan's brain, and it directly blew his heart to pieces.

His legs went limp, and he took half a step back. His body swayed and he almost fell to the ground.

go home?

Go... go?

"Miss Wen asked me to tell you to wait for her, and she will come back."

There was buzzing in Jun Moyan's ears, his brain felt dizzy, and he was about to lose his footing.

He seemed to understand what Xiaocha said later, but he didn't seem to understand it.

It was as if the heart had been torn into two pieces, and the pain was so painful that it was almost unbearable.

For the first time, Jun Moyan felt like the sky was falling.

Wen Xiaoai's sudden departure was even more unbearable for Jun Moyan than killing him.

"Hey, third young master, where are you going?"

Looking at Jun Moyan who stumbled out of the villa with his hands on his chest, Xiaocha also began to panic.

A few minutes later, a car drove out of Wuyuan at an extremely dangerous speed. The guard was so frightened that he thought something happened and almost stopped him.

Jun Moyan panicked and was at a loss for what to do. She just wanted to find her.

Find? Where can I find it? Of course it was the forest where she fell...

And within two minutes of Jun Moyan's car leaving, another car drove out of Wuyuan at a desperate speed.

Tsing Yi raced all the way through a red light and drove to the Second People's Hospital, almost bringing the traffic police to the hospital...

"Fortunately, it was discovered in time, otherwise it would be real..." The doctor stood by the hospital bed holding the medical record book, looking at the man who was haggard from the pain on the bed, he couldn't help feeling distressed.

"The effect of your previous chemotherapy was not very good, you have to be mentally prepared."

"...If I give up the treatment..." His voice was so weak that it seemed as if the wind would blow it away.

"Sorry, I'm a doctor. Even if the hospital respects your choice, I can't let you wait to die." The doctor interrupted him directly.

"If... I give up treatment... and only rely on... medicines, how long can I last...?" He opened his eyes weakly, ignored the doctor's words, and continued to ask.

The doctor looked at him, and after a moment of silence, said: "...Can you trust me once?"

"... Chemotherapy is too painful... I'm afraid... I'm afraid I won't be able to get off the operating table... There is someone waiting for me... I want to go back and see him..."

He really couldn't hold on anymore.

He didn't want to waste the last time in the hospital, let alone spend the rest of the time in the hospital.

He was afraid that if he didn't get off the operating table one time, he was afraid that he would leave suddenly like this, and he wouldn't even be able to see him for the last time.

"He is very important to you, isn't he? Does he know your situation? Can you let him come to the hospital?"

"...I can't let him see me like this..."

"When are you still thinking about this? You are only in your twenties, and there are a lot of anti-cancer people younger than you. Why do you just give up?!" The doctor is also a young man, and he is a person who loves life .

He took extra care of the alcoholic who was alone from hospitalization to various major and minor operations.