Chapter 466: 130: I am Mr. Mog_4
Mo Qishen did not explain further, but only said, “Hmm, I believe you.”
“Good brother!” Xiaozhou extended his hand and patted Mo Qishen’s chest.
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A manor in Beijing.
In a luxurious room lay a middle-aged woman with blonde hair and blue eyes.
She was voluptuous, her face radiant. If not told, no one would know that she was a woman on her deathbed.
She sat up in bed, revealing a weak smile towards the door, “Miss Ji, you’ve co.”
Miss Ji walked in from outside with nutritional supplents, asking with concern, “Are you feeling better?”
“Thank you for your concern, I am feeling much better.” But as soon as she finished her sentence, her face turned pale, her breathing weak. She looked as if she could stop breathing at any mont, a dreadful sight.
Miss Ji was startled, imdiately pressing the ergency alarm by the bed.
An urgent alarm rang out, several people who looked like doctors ran in from outside, first performing defibrillation, then administering oxygen rapidly. After a series of treatnts, the middle-aged woman on the bed gradually regained consciousness, opening her eyes.
Miss Ji, pale from fright, stepped forward and asked, “How are you feeling now? Is there anywhere you still feel uncomfortable?”
The middle-aged woman didn’t have the strength to speak, she simply blinked weakly.
At that mont, the sound of hurried footsteps ca from outside the door, and a tall man rushed in.
“Mom! Mom, are you alright?”
The middle-aged woman could not muster the strength to reply, a doctor in a white coat said, “Mr. Abner, may we speak with you in private?”
The doctor’s expression seed grim, Miss Ji shot a worriso glance at the middle-aged woman on the bed.
Abner followed the doctor outside.
Only then did the doctor slowly start, “Mr. Abner, you must be prepared for your mother’s illness.”
Usually when a doctor suggests ntal preparedness, the patient’s condition doesn’t end well.
But Abner had difficulty facing reality.
“My mother is only fifty years old; her life has barely begun. Please, try to find another way!”
The doctor shook his head helplessly, “Your mother is nearing the end. I suggest you start preparing for the end.”
“Isn’t there any other way?” Abner, with a pained expression, said, “I am willing to pay any price if it will allow my mother to live.”
He had lost his father at a young age. His mother had raised him single-handedly, and just when she finally could have a few good days, she was stricken with a terrible disease.
As her son, he felt unbearable heartache.
The doctor regretfully said, “If we continue like this, it would only increase the patient’s pain. Rather than prolong her suffering, it may be better to let her pass quickly.”
Abner pressed his temples in pain, “There really isn’t any other way?”
“No, as doctors we wouldn’t stand by while a person dies.” The doctor continued, “Suffering from this kind of disease, the pain a patient endures is unimaginable to us. Each breath is like being pierced with a needle, the pain is unbearable. If you truly love your mother, I suggest you allow her to be free from her pain sooner.”
Abner was silent, a pained expression on his face.
After a while, he finally said, “Alright, I understand.”
“If there’s nothing else, I will take my leave.”
“Hmm.” Abner nodded his head.
After the doctor left, Miss Ji imdiately comforted him, “Mr. Abner, don’t be upset. In China, we have a saying that there will be a way when it seems impossible. I believe your mother will get better.”
Miss Ji had heard everything the doctor said. Although she believed that Abner’s mother was terminal, she knew comforting words were still necessary.
“Mr. Abner.” A male assistant walked over, “Chinese dicine has broad and profound knowledge, perhaps you could try hiring a Traditional Chinese dicine doctor.”
The man speaking was Abner’s personal assistant, Li Long, a genuine Chinese.
Hearing this, Abner seed to have found a lifeline, he replied, “Then I’ll leave this matter to you.”
“Alright.” Li Long nodded his head.
Miss Ji said, “Mr. Abner, I think you should consider this carefully.”
Li Long raised his eyes in surprise at Miss Ji.
Miss Ji continued, “Traditional Chinese dicine is often conservative and rule-bound; they are not good at innovating. Your mother’s illness is quite serious, if they can’t treat her successfully and even worsen her condition, it would be a disastrous mistake.”
At this mont, Li Long even doubted if Miss Ji was actually Chinese!
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