After hearing what Han Xiaobao said, Chrisel nodded and turned to look at Yun Wushu with a serious look in his eyes: "Did you hear that? Doctor Han will do his best to treat you. You just need to cooperate and live well. I will take care of the rest."
Yun Wushu lowered his head, his voice filled with uneasiness: "But...if it's true..."
Chriselle interrupted him directly: "There is no if. I won't allow you to give up on yourself. If you say that again, I will be really angry."
Director Han stood aside, his eyes calm but with a hint of approval.
He stepped forward and said in a serious tone, "The patient's desire to live is a very important part of treatment. If you really don't want to burden those around you, then try your best to cooperate with the treatment. Staying alive is the greatest comfort to them."
Yun Wushu listened to Han Chu's words, pursed his lips and nodded.
Seeing the atmosphere ease slightly, Han Xiaobao quickly tried to smooth things over: "Well, ancestor, let's quickly discuss the specific treatment plan."
Chriselle looked at Han Xiaobao and nodded. "Thank you for your help. No matter what method you use, you must make him better. Cost is not a problem. Just ask for anything you need."
Han Xiaobao waved his hand: "Money is not a problem, but people have to cooperate. Little friend, don't just cry. Cheer up quickly. It's a tough battle ahead."
Yun Wushu sniffed and replied in a low voice: "I understand."
Seeing this, Chriselle ruffled his hair and spoke in a much gentler tone: "Be good and listen to the doctor. If you dare to think about those messed up things again, I will really do what I say."
Yun Wushu raised his head, and there was finally a glimmer of light in his eyes.
He looked at Chriselle and whispered, "Okay, I promise you."
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