Kang Chen glanced at Xue Jiamin, calculated inwardly, and said, "Alright, I'll tell you. The doctor said that although you haven't been infected for long, the virus in your body is progressing rapidly. If you receive active treatment, you might have a year left..."
A year...
Only a year's life left?
Xue Jiamin's face slowly showed an expression of fear. He trembled and said, "What if... if... if I don't get treated?"
There was a T-junction ahead, Kang Chen turned the steering wheel to the right.
Kang Chen said, "Just a few months then."
After he finished speaking, he heard Xue Jiamin's body trembling even more violently, teeth chattering, and his face turned deathly pale.
Xue Jiamin felt cold all over. He had been in this line of work for so long, always knowing that it was dangerous, that being caught by the police could mean death at any moment.
But...
He had never thought that death could be so close to him.
His life was now countable on fingers, entering a countdown.
