"The situation isn't very optimistic."
The few words from the doctor made Lu Mingxun's head buzz, his chest heaving violently, and his breathing became heavy.
"Can surgery be performed?"
"The patient has acute heart failure, and various indicators are unstable. Currently, the best solution is a heart transplant, considering an artificial heart. Surgery carries risks, but the success rate is at least over ninety percent. The risk is post-surgery, depending on individual physique, reaction to rejection, post-operative infection, and rejection. It's a tough hurdle. Medication is not the best choice anymore. I know there's no need to discuss the cost issues with you; there's no problem on your end."
Upon hearing this, Lu Mingxun's face turned pale, and he leaned against the wall.
After years of carefree days, he finally understood the pressure of having responsibilities both above and below.
