"How much longer... does he have?" Yan Weiwei asked, her voice trembling.
Yan Feng’s attending doctor was a quite elderly man with a white beard, wearing bifocal glasses, looking experienced.
He adjusted his glasses with a heavy expression.
"It’s hard to say, perhaps a few months, perhaps a few years. The main issue is that the blood vessels surrounding the brain tumor are rich, and once they rupture, it could be a matter of days.
Coupled with the patient’s advanced age, the risk of surgery is extrely high...
So... I ask the family to be ntally prepared."
Yan Weiwei didn’t know how she walked out of the consulting room, only feeling dazed, her steps sowhat shaky.
When everyone arrived at the bedside, they saw Yan Feng quietly lying on the bed, wearing a respirator and his eyes tightly shut.
Yan Weiwei looked at that face, which had already beco sowhat aged and full of wrinkles, and fragnts of mories flashed through her mind repeatedly.
Riding on her father’s shoulders to stroll through the market as a child, he would always indulgently buy her sugar-coated haws.
Forced to finish practicing as a child, just a mont ago, the man with the cane would apply dicine with eyes full of concern.
Coming ho bruised from fights with boys, he chased those boys down several streets with a stick.
Running away from ho to escape marriage, arriving in Su City, he threatened to break her leg but just smiled and apologized as he broke off the engagent.
Announcing angrily that he wouldn’t give her another penny, but two days later, he handed over a building, asking her to manage the rent for him.
Even though he kept shouting that he’d tie her up if necessary to inherit the Martial Arts Hall, he never really forced her to do what she didn’t like...
Thinking about it now, it seems she has never contributed anything to this family.
Instead, she was pampered, cared for, indulged by that man...
And that middle-aged man who had her late in life, treated her as the apple of his eye, now has beco old and gray, nearing life’s end.
Guilt and remorse flooded her heart, blurring her vision...
"Today we were at Lingjing dia for inspection, Master suddenly clutched his head, saying it hurt, and fainted after just two steps.
It’s all my fault for not taking good care of Master..."
Fan Shigang explained the situation, looking despondent.
"It’s not your fault, no one wants such things to happen." ng Lang patted Fan Shigang’s shoulder, sighing.
Seeing the usually carefree Yan Weiwei now with reddened eyes silently grieving, ng Lang felt an unexplained sense of heartache.
He had considered whether the anti-cancer technology he had could treat Yan Feng.
But unlike Ning Shisan’s situation, a brain tumor grows inside the brain, not to ntion Yan Feng is too old, with hardened and fragile blood vessels.
According to the doctor’s earlier explanation, any misstep during treatnt could lead to the tumor rupturing.
If a massive cerebral hemorrhage occurs, even if life is saved in the end, the irreversible neurological damage due to brain injury might occur.
With only Ning Shisan as a successful case and without ample evidence from other cases, he really wasn’t confident.
Whether it could be treated is one thing, whether it should be treated is another.
Success in such treatnts is never guaranteed.
It’s like so cancers – without surgery, one might live for three to five more years, but if surgery fails, it’s imdiate. So do you treat or not?
At least based on information from the latest episode, Yan Weiwei returned with a child three years later, saying the child was adopted by Yan Feng.
That indicates if he refrains from intervention, Yan Feng could live at least another three years.
If by unnecessary intervention, he ends up making matters worse, "shooting" him prematurely, wouldn’t it be equivalent to "ending" him early?
Although they haven’t gotten along in the past, making him take such a step... Yan Weiwei would surely resent him?
However, what puzzled him was that this unexpected turn of "life and death" ca too abruptly.
Could it be that the others were still brooding over old and new grievances with Yan Feng, deliberately omitting his information?
But am I such a petty person...?
Particularly the description in "ng Xiaolang’s Travelogue."
[Rembering that day was Yan Weiwei’s birthday, Lin Haitang made a table of delicacies and bought nurous bottles of wine to celebrate.
After getting drunk, Yan Weiwei left a note saying ’going ho to inherit family property,’ and then suddenly vanished from everyone’s world without warning.
They t again three years later, accompanied by a young girl just learning to speak...]
Though Yan Weiwei’s departure was detailed, sohow between the lines there’s a sense of sothing left unsaid.
This poetic depiction causes readers to think it might be deliberately concealing sothing?
The key term "intoxicated" triggered an almost reflexive association with Yan Feng’s previous "misdeeds" in ng Lang’s mind!
Looking at Yan Feng lying on the sickbed.
Though knowing it’s inappropriate to suspect the worst from a gravely ill old man, yet from this transcendental perspective...
The illness... is full of mysteries.
Seeing Yan Weiwei sitting beside the sickbed in a daze, Lin Haitang softly comforted her. Yan Feng showed no signs of waking, so ng Lang quietly pulled Fan Shigang out of the ward, asking softly.
"Brother Fan, I want to ask, were you with Master throughout after he fainted?"
"I was! From the ambulance to the hospital, I never left his side, even till Master was wheeled into the ergency room," Fan Shigang nodded.
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