"Yes, Mr. Robinson, from the CT scan just taken, the blood is gradually spreading. If you don't undergo surgery, your fainting spells will become more frequent."
"You've already fainted twice today, who knows how many times it will be tomorrow..."
Chester Robinson placed his hand down from rubbing his temples and said blandly, "No more talking, prescribe me two more boxes of the painkiller XX."
World-renowned brain specialist Director Turner said, "No, Mr. Robinson, you're only temporarily alleviating the fainting. In the end, it will make the condition even worse."
"Didn't anyone hear what I said?"
The three experts along with Director Turner all lowered their heads.
Chester continued, "You all know how risky the surgery is... I still have matters that need attending to. Once I've dealt with everything, I promise you, I'll go through with the surgery."
Leaving the hospital, Keith Antony silently followed behind Chester.
