"I regret to inform you that your son's internal organs have begun to rot. The chance of successful surgery is zero. It is more likely that he will die on the operating table on the spot. I personally suggest that you let him live for a few more days and you take him back."
Go home."
The doctor's words were like a bolt from the blue. Zhao Jingwen couldn't bear it and fainted.
Wen Zhiyuan said heartbrokenly, "Doctor, please find a way to save him, I am only such a son."
For primary malignant cardiac tumors, if the surgery is performed in the early stage, the chance of success is probably 3 out of 10, but in the late stage, there is no chance of success. Camille and Wen Lunhua were in the late stage when they came for examination, so the doctor naturally recognized them.
The doctor shook his head and left helplessly.
Camille was on the side, her face was like a dead person, and then she squatted in the corner, covering her face and crying sadly.
In the hospital, there were many people crying, and everyone looked sympathetically at the girl crying in the corner.
Also in the ward, Yan Zhen's eyes had turned into peaches from crying.
"Does your hand hurt?" After a while, Camille walked in and gently patted her shoulder and asked hoarsely.
Yan Zhen didn't even raise her head, looking at the young man's sleeping face with tears in her eyes.
When she first entered the hospital, Wen Zhiyuan and his wife forced the doctor to bandage her and she was not allowed to refuse.
"The doctor said--"
"What did the doctor say?" Upon hearing this, Yan Zhen immediately raised her head and gripped Camille's clothes tightly.
Camille's eyes were red and swollen, and she looked no better than Yan Zhen.
She burst into tears, "It's too late."
"Did you hear wrongly? Maybe the doctor made a mistake in his examination?"
Camille shook her head.
Yan Zhen said stubbornly, "How about asking the doctors to check again? I often make mistakes, so they must have made a mistake somewhere, right?"
Camille still shook her head and held her in her arms.
"They must be wrong, wrong, it must be like this."
She had endured too much, maybe it would be better to give her a good sleep. Camille aimed the needle in her hand at Yan Zhen's arm and inserted it ruthlessly. Yan Zhen fell into a deep sleep in her arms.
Camille admitted that she was a little selfish, so selfish that she wanted her brother to be the first to see her when he woke up and opened his eyes.
Holding Yan Zhen on the bed next door, she walked to Wen Lunhua's bedside and squatted down. Her slender hands touched his handsome outline. She had never dared to be so close to this face that she had admired for more than ten years.
She loved him more than she loved herself. She never expected anything in return, as long as she loved him, that was enough.
Camille's trembling lips suppressed her tears and gently kissed the boy's lips.