The doctor's face was solemn, "If it fails, he will only have two months to live!"
Naomi fell silent.
She finally understood why Nelson refused to undergo the surgery!
"Miss George, you see..."
"Are there not any other solutions, or at least something with a higher success rate?"
Wasn't five percent too low of a success rate? It would be as if they were sending Nelson to death's door.
The doctor shook his head, "It's not that we don't want to do something to help the patient. It's our wish for every patient to recover and live a healthy life, but Mr. Luther is in critical condition. We've really done our best! Moreover, his condition is deteriorating very quickly every day. It's possible that the success rate will lessen tomorrow! Therefore, we have to make a decision as soon as possible!"
Naomi started to panic a bit.
"Please let me think about it."
She felt like an executioner at the moment. Her decision was the key to Nelson's survival.
It was too hard for her to make a choice!
It was not her right to make such a choice to begin with.
Naomi walked along the corridor as she recalled the past. Everything she had gone through felt like a movie.
However, at the moment, the movie was going to end in advance!
She sighed, opened the door and went into the ward.
Nelson looked calm as he laid on the bed in his hospital gown, his face relaxed.
In his hands was a tangerine and he was slowly peeling off its skin.
When he saw Naomi's dejected face, he threw the tangerine peel on the table with a smile.
"It's a surgery guaranteed to fail, right?"
Naomi frowned, "What are you talking about?"
"I know all about it. Do you think you would know better about my body than myself?"
Naomi let out a sigh. It was true. She was just deceiving herself.
"I'm sorry!"
She had put in so much effort but she still could
not save him.
Nelson shook his head, "What are you apologizing for? You've done your best. In fact, when I was released from the prison, I thought you would still hate me! At that point, I was thinking that no matter how much you hated me, I would be satisfied as long as I got to see you before I leave."
"However, not only do you not hate me, but you even gathered specialists for my illness. Your concern was unexpected, but I am truly moved."
Naomi frowned, "Who told you I don't hate you anymore? I'm not just helping you, but I'm also helping Vincent Granger, who grew up with me."
Vincent Granger.
That name triggered a lot of memories in Nelson.
He remembered when they were young, they would always walk to school together. What beautiful times those were!
"Is the school we went to still there?"
"That area has been going through some development recently. It might not be there anymore."
"I see..." His tone sounded a little disappointed.
The two of them did not speak again. After a while, Nelson spoke.
After a while, Nelson said, "Naomi, you've done so much for me, but I don't want to undergo the surgery! I want to spend my remaining days as Vincent. What do you say?"
"Alright!" Naomi nodded.
Perhaps, it was for the best.
The next morning, when Naomi woke up, Vincent was nowhere to be seen. She hurriedly got up and was about to search for him.
As soon as she opened the door, she saw him walking in with a smile on his face. He had changed out of his hospital gown and he looked like the bright young man he used to be.
"Since I'd decided not to undergo the surgery, I went to discharge myself. I also called for a car to bring me back to the house I bought in Rosaville City. Will you come with me?"
Naomi raised her eyebrows and said, "It depends on what reward I'll be receiving."
"I'll cook for you!"
"Deal!"
Naomi smiled as she said so.
Vincent did not have a house in Rosaville City. It was probably bought recently. Although it looked average, it was quite cozy.
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