"I don't earn even a penny a month." The patient replied softly, "If I don't get treated, how long can I live? Just tell me, it doesn't matter."
The doctor shook his head. "It's already in the advanced stage. Your organs are rapidly deteriorating. Your lungs can't breathe. You can only live for two months at most. You've delayed treatment for too long. You should have come to the hospital when you first started coughing... But even if it's the early stage medicine, 1 dose is not enough."
"Thank you, doctor." The patient stood up politely and bowed. "It's amazing that you can still work at a time like this."
"Maybe I won't even live for two months and will die today." The doctor smiled bitterly and said, "If the city lord can really negotiate successfully with [Hewei] and 100 million people can survive, and if both sides have common technology, maybe your disease can be cured. [Hewei]'s medical level is definitely much better than ours."
"..." The patient turned and left the room, holding her medical notice.
"The cat in your arms is very cute." The doctor said from behind.
"Thank you." The patient replied politely.
In front of him was a cold white corridor. Walking in such a corridor, smelling the disinfectant, the patient felt as if he was in a white vortex. He could not see the beginning or the end. Life seemed to be like such a corridor. He did not know which door would end.
There were many people around her who had just finished seeing the doctor. They didn't dare to leave the hospital. They sat together at the door like they were camping, looking at the black fog outside.
"If [Hevi] can live with us, there will be a treatment plan for my disease." A white-haired old man next to him looked sick.
"Who doesn't want to live?" another patient said, "But with this probability, even if I survive, my family will be broken up. Is there any meaning in living like this?"
"I don't understand what civilized bets are. Anyway, my grandson must live to carry on the family line. If my grandson is not among the 100 million people chosen by the city lord, I will rush out, run to the Central Building, and kill myself by hitting my head against it, and my blood will splatter on him." said an old lady in a flowery cotton jacket.
At this moment, everyone suddenly heard a "drip" sound at the back of their neck.
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