Even though Song Zhiying was used to seeing patients struggling in pain, it still made her feel uncomfortable. However, as a doctor, she couldn't empathize too much with her patients; that wouldn't be good for either her or them.

She slowly approached him and held out her hand, saying softly, "Pang Ming, come here. I'll take you back to the ward for a painkiller injection. The pain won't go away after the injection."

"No!"

Pang Ming suddenly shouted at the top of his lungs, then began to cough heart-wrenchingly, while still trembling as he backed away.

Song Zhiying watched him almost fall from the building if he took two more steps back. Her heartbeat quickened with fear, and she immediately said, "Okay, I'll do as you say. Calm down and don't move any further! Think about your unborn grandson!"

When the pain was so severe that his consciousness was about to blur, Pang Ming heard the word "grandson" and gritted his teeth and persevered.

He was a farmer who had been tilling the land all his life. He was uneducated, ignorant, and had traditional ideas and very old-fashioned concepts. He believed that the family line should not be cut off even after death, and he had a deep obsession with his grandson.

He was in the late stages of lung cancer and couldn't undergo surgery. Radiation and chemotherapy were ineffective. After giving up treatment, he was woken by the pain every night, unable to sleep. During the day, he ate porridge and mussels, and couldn't even smoke a cigarette when his craving struck. And every time he wanted to die, it was the obsession with his "grandson" that kept him hanging.

But the pain day after day made his obsession a little blurred.

"Doctor Song, I'm in so much pain, cough cough cough, I don't want to live anymore. Every night I can't sleep because of the pain. I feel better after taking injections and medicine, but I wake up in pain again soon..."

Pang Ming painfully recounted his illness, his voice hoarse and intermittent, accompanied by heart-wrenching coughs.

"What's the point of living? It's a waste of money and I'm not going to die. I watched the news broadcast and it said that stray dogs were euthanized. They said that the dog would die with one injection and wouldn't feel any pain. I want to ask, can you give me euthanasia too?" The old man's eyes were full of pleading.

Song Zhiying felt bitter.

Euthanasia has not yet been legalized in China.

Although officials called for citizens to have the right to choose euthanasia 20 years ago and bills have been proposed since then, the bill has never been passed due to the lack of a sound legal system and various social factors.

Therefore, even with the patient's consent, assisting in euthanasia constitutes intentional homicide.

But it was obviously inappropriate to tell Pang Ming this now. She could only calm him down and lie to him, saying, "Okay. Come over first, and I'll help you apply for euthanasia. Don't you want to say goodbye to your son and daughter-in-law properly?"

Pang Ming endured the pain and took a step towards her.

Seeing that he did not resist, Song Zhiying walked towards him step by step, and finally grabbed his arm, trying to pull him back.

However, at this moment, Pang Ming convulsed and screamed in pain, his cloudy eyes filled with desolation and despair: "But Doctor Song, can you really give me euthanasia? I asked my son before, and he said euthanasia is not allowed by law!"

Song Zhiying's brain froze for a moment, but at this moment, she could only bite the bullet and say, "You should trust the doctor."

"I don't believe it! You hospitals are all blood suckers. You'll squeeze every last drop of my hard-earned money out of me until I die!"

Pang Ming suddenly became emotional, his face was distorted with pain, and the light in his eyes was like that of a devil.

Seeing the firefighters rushing over, he suddenly took a step back. Song Zhiying grabbed him and prevented him from jumping off the building.

However, at this moment, he suddenly pushed Song Zhiying down.