The third thousand one hundred and seventy-eighth chapters are terminally ill
"What exactly do you want to do?"
Leng Aotian asked directly.
Liu Xiaoran walked in without any courtesy, treating this place as his own home.
"I have read all your inspection reports." He placed the inspection report in his hand on the coffee table.
Leng Aotian sat with his legs crossed, "Really? There is no problem, I am very healthy, so you can go back. I don't need you."
"I can see that there is something wrong with this inspection report." Liu Xiaoran said sharply.
He tapped his fingers on the report several times.
Leng Aotian's expression did not change, his heart did not beat, and he looked calm: "What evidence do you have to prove that this report is false? You should know that this report was issued by the hospital."
"As long as there is a will, everything can be faked. I only believe in myself. Mr. Leng, can you let me take your pulse?"
As Liu Xiaoran spoke, she stretched out her hand, as if waiting for Leng Aotian to take the initiative to put his hand in his.
Seeing this scene, Leng Aotian not only did not extend his hand, but instead lay back and leaned on the sofa behind him.
"Impossible, please leave."
Liu Xiaoran smiled and shook his head: "Actually, I took your pulse last time. The pulse was sometimes strong and sometimes weak. It didn't look like you were healthy. Moreover, this health report was too fake. Every indicator of yours was wrong.
It just reached the appropriate target for just passing.”
"Where can there be such a standard indicator? You can tell it is fake at a glance."
There was a hint of threat in his words: "You know the power and power of the Li family. If I tell Li Jinze these suspicious places, then as long as Li Jinze talks, I can get all the information I want."
"Including the information you want to conceal, do you understand?"
The reason why Leng Aotian can hide now is entirely because the Li family did not completely intervene in the investigation of this matter.
If the Li family gets involved, Leng Aotian's affairs will definitely not be hidden.
"Are you threatening me?" Leng Aotian narrowed his eyes slightly, with a bit of murderous intent in his eyes.
Liu Xiaoran shrugged: "It's not a threat. I am a doctor and I need to know the patient's accurate condition. Only in this way can I find a way to save you."
"Save me? No one can save me, it's too late." Leng Aotian smiled bitterly and shook his head.
He knows his situation best.
No one could save him.
"You may not have heard of the name of the Liu family's miracle doctor. The King of Hell wants you to die at the third watch, but I can keep you until the fifth watch."
A little of the playful smile faded from Liu Xiaoran's face, and all that remained was seriousness.
Since he can say these words, it naturally means that he has staked his name on it.
"Just think about the Li family and your daughter. If I really can't do anything to save you, at least I can buy more time for you."
"That family really treats you as a family member."
Perhaps these words touched Leng Aotian, and Leng Aotian, who had been resisting, fell silent.
He silently stretched out his hand and placed it in front of the coffee table.
Liu Xiaoran breathed a sigh of relief, and then gently placed her finger on his pulse.
Liu Xiaoran frowned even more when she noticed the weak pulse.
Sure enough, this pulse is very strange.
He was obviously very weak, but it seemed like there was some strength in his body that was always supporting him.
Let him become strong and energetic.
"Your life expectancy was originally only two months, but now it has been extended to five months."
Liu Xiaoran frowned tightly, wondering what was going on.
At this time, Leng Aotian coughed twice uncontrollably.
After coughing twice, his face turned pale, and blood dripped from the corners of his mouth.
He hurriedly took the paper and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
"You have lung cancer, and it's in the late stage, right?"
Liu Xiaoran revealed his condition in one sentence.
Extremely accurate.
Leng Aotian paused for a moment, probably because he didn't expect that the man in front of him would be so powerful.
You can tell so many things just by taking your pulse.
And these things, logically speaking, should only be detected by hospital machinery and equipment.
He can check it out with his own senses.
He really is a miracle doctor.
"Yes, lung cancer is in the advanced stage and there is no cure."
Leng Aotian smiled bitterly, and then nervously grabbed Liu Xiaoran's hand: "Promise me that you will not tell anyone about this matter. Especially Leng An'an, do you know?"
"She can't bear this blow. I've just returned to her. How could I let her bear such great pain? This is absolutely not allowed."
He had already thought about it.
Leave quietly.
When you are about to die, leave this world quietly, find a quiet place where no one is, and wait to die.
Don't let anyone know.
It just made them all think that he just disappeared and traveled to a far away place instead of dying.
He has already arranged everything for the future.
"But they will always know about this. You can't hide it or hide it."
Liu Xiaoran didn't seem to agree.
Leng Aotian shook his head: "The later they know, the later they will be sad. The pain will be less. In this way, I am satisfied. I also hope you can promise me not to tell anyone about this matter."
"I can promise you, but you must also promise me a condition."
Liu Xiaoran tidied up his tie and said seriously.
"I promise you, no matter what conditions you put forward, I will promise you." Leng Aotian agreed without thinking.
Liu Xiaoran stood up: "I will help you hide this matter, but I want you to cooperate with me in secret treatment."
"Treatment? I am already in the advanced stage of lung cancer. Can I still be treated? The doctors said that the only way to extend my life is to use chemotherapy." Leng Aotian couldn't believe his ears.
Using chemotherapy to extend your life is just a painful wait for death.
Compared to that, he would rather live freely now.
"Although I can't save your life, the only thing I can do is to find a way to extend your time by five months."
Liu Xiaoran only regretted that she found out too late.
If it had been discovered earlier, he might have been able to cure Leng Aotian's lung cancer.
But now, it's too late.
Leng Aotian was seriously ill and there was nothing he could do.
The only thing he can do is to find a way to extend Leng Aotian's life.
"Thank you." Leng Aotian accepted the plan.
He also wanted to live longer and stay with An An longer.
"This is what I should do, this is my responsibility." Liu Xiaoran said calmly, "Okay, now I should go back and prepare the medicinal materials and formulas..."
Before he finished speaking, suddenly, the cell phone in his pocket rang.