"no problem."

Wen Lijing waited two days before receiving a call from the other party, who said they would arrange for someone to meet with him.

To avoid suspicion, they arranged to meet at the hospital where Wen Lijing was having his examination.

Wen Lijing, wearing a mask, sat on a chair outside the examination room.

A short while later, a man wearing a mask sat down next to him.

Because they were all wearing masks, no one could tell they were talking.

A few minutes later, the man got up and left.

Wen Lijing watched his retreating figure, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

"Mr. Wen," the nurse called out, "it's your turn, please come in."

"good."

Wen Lijing got up and went inside.

"Mr. Wen, I suggest you be hospitalized." The doctor sighed after reviewing the report. "Hospitalization and medication might make you feel better."

"To leave this world comfortably, is that right?" Wen Lijing smiled faintly. "Doctor, I'm mentally prepared. You just need to tell me how much time I have left."

"If they are hospitalized for treatment, it can at least delay the illness for two months."

"What if I don't want to be hospitalized?"

"At most one month."

"I understand." Wen Lijing was unusually calm, as if what they were talking about had nothing to do with him.

"Just give me some painkillers."

"Mr. Wen..."

"No need to say anything more." Wen Lijing interrupted him. "I have very important things to do and can't be hospitalized. I just need painkillers."

"Oh well......"

The dead of night is the most painful time for Wen Lijing, as the torment of his illness cannot be suppressed by painkillers.

He was curled up on the bed, trembling with pain!

The cell phone rang in the quiet room.

Wen Lijing picked up his phone with difficulty, swiped to answer, and said, "Hello?"

"I've tracked it down; the address is a car repair shop in the city center!"