"Do you think Dr. Lin would easily accept your belongings? The only items he would accept are those that can be reused and provide more options for other patients."
"And you? How could Dr. Lin accept a liver that is already in the failure stage? You are too naive!" Mr. Shui Gui sneered.
Mr. Shuigui's words were like a sharp sword, ruthlessly piercing the last hope in the man's heart.
His face instantly turned as pale as paper, and his body trembled slightly, as if he had lost all his strength.
The man's eyes revealed deep despair and helplessness, an unspeakable pain.
He looked at Lin Lin for help, his eyes full of expectation and desire.
He hoped to get some comfort from Lin Lin, or at least confirm the truth of Mr. Shui Gui's words.
Lin Lin felt the man's gaze. She took a deep breath and said slowly, "Livers in the failing stage can be accepted, but... they need to undergo detailed analysis and professional evaluation... to determine how much of the medical expenses can be deducted."
Lin Lin's voice was calm and firm, but there was a hint of helplessness in it.
She knew that this was undoubtedly a heavy blow to the man.
But as a doctor, she must remain objective and calm, and not make promises easily or give false hope.
Lin Lin's words seemed to be the last straw that broke the camel's back. The man bit his lips tightly and his hands trembled slightly.
He was struggling internally. On the one hand, he had to uphold morality and principles; on the other hand, he was tormented by illness and the pressure of survival.
"I... I can't do this." The man uttered a few words with difficulty, but his tone no longer had the previous determination.
Mr. Shui Gui noticed the man's hesitation and said, "This is not a bad thing for you. If you let the original liver stay in your body, it will not only cause you pain, but also bring you a lot of dangers..."
"Just think about it, as long as you agree, you can not only get rid of your illness, but also start a new life."
The man lowered his head and fell into a long silence.
The image of himself suffering from illness and his wife's worried expression kept appearing in his mind.
Finally, he slowly raised his head, his eyes full of pain and helplessness.
"I...I need time to think about it." The man's voice was hoarse and weak.
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