The special ward on the 20th floor of Earth Sea First People's Hospital.
Dean Sun looked serious, his brow tightly furrowed as he gazed at Lei Zhenrong on the hospital bed.
Lei Zhenrong stretched out his skeletal-like fingers, weakly pointing at Dean Sun, his voice as faint as a mosquito's hum: "Dean Sun, help me, it hurts so much, I... I can't take it anymore."
Not only Dean Sun, but almost all the important department directors of the People's Hospital were present, all showing looks of helplessness.
Surgical Director Zhou Xuancheng, holding several MRI scans, sneered contemptuously, saying directly: "There's no saving him. His organs are almost failing. Though he's only sixty, he feels like he's over eighty. He's severely exhausted his vitality."
Lei Zhenrong listened with a face ashen as death to the doctors' discussions.
