Xue Yiwen, bathed in sunlight, spoke again, his tone increasingly calm and steady.
"My lover is only 25 years old this year. If I were to drag out my illness for five or six years, or even seven or eight years, that would simply be holding her back. Moreover, after I'm gone, she'll still need to take care of our child. When she's in her thirties, how can she find a good family? Don't you agree?"
Xue Yiwen turned to look at the doctors in front of him. This was the first time he had looked at them so seriously since they entered the room.
This time, his gaze was without evasion or hesitation, just determination and sincerity.
