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Just then, a doctor wearing a white coat walked in.

Looking at Lu Bozhou, who was sitting dejectedly on the ground, she sighed softly, "Mr. Lu, I'm sorry, Mrs. Lu probably won't last much longer. I think you should make a decision as soon as possible."

Lu Bozhou's soul seemed to slowly return to its place, and all his movements seemed to be a beat slower.

She slowly raised her head and looked at the doctor.

His eyes were so red they looked like they had been soaked in blood.

My throat felt like it had been scorched on fire; it was terribly hoarse!

"Decision? What decision?"

The doctor sighed, "We'll decide whether to give up treatment and try to save him."

Lu Bozhou opened his mouth, but no sound came out. After a moment, he said with difficulty, "So you mean... you want me to decide whether or not to let my wife die."

Doctors see this situation quite often, so they know very well that the closer a patient gets to this stage, the more likely their family members are to get stuck on the details.

They usually try to persuade you from various angles, such as saying that continuing like this will bring too much financial burden.

But this guy in front of me is rich, and financial burdens are simply not something he would consider.

“Mr. Lu, Mrs. Lu will be in a lot of pain. She has already undergone invasive resuscitation. If she continues to receive resuscitation... she will really be in a lot of pain.”

The doctor spoke very sincerely. He has seen all sorts of dangerous situations in his profession. If he says that everything is painful, then it must be inhuman torture.

Lu Bozhou tried to stand up, and he braced himself against the ground, but he had no strength and slipped back down.

The doctor reached out and helped him up.

Lu Bozhou looked at him, his eyes seemingly filled with the last hope he had left in the world.

Jiang Mian was right next to him, and seeing the look in his eyes, she felt a pang of bitterness and swelling in her heart.

Lu Bozhou's voice was so hoarse that it was almost silent, leaving only the sound of his breath.

He asked the doctor, "So, she's not going to get better?"

The doctors felt a pang of pity, remembering how spirited and confident the boy had been when he first arrived at the hospital.

It's a world of difference from the dejection I feel now!

The doctor nodded.

Lu Bozhou pursed his chapped lips. "I have no choice but to... let go?"

The doctor nodded again, and then saw that the man's withered eyes were filled with heavy tears. "Can I see her?"

“We can transfer her out of the ICU, and you can see her.”

The doctor then produced a consent form and handed it to Lu Bozhou. It was a consent form to discontinue resuscitation and treatment.

He had signed countless documents and handled deals worth nine figures... He always seemed relaxed when signing those documents.

At this moment, the pen in his hand felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, and he couldn't even put down a single stroke.

It took a long time before he finally wrote his name with trembling hands, a drop of water falling onto the page.

He quickly wiped it away with his fingertips, saying, "Let me see her."

Jiang Mian unconsciously followed beside him, watching him walk unsteadily into the room with the doctor.

Perhaps because of his relationship with Jiang Mian's parents and younger brother, Lu Bozhou went into the ward first after she was transferred there.

Jiang Mian looked at herself on the hospital bed. The tubes and wires on her body were not as many as when she was in the ICU.

The doctor told Lu Bozhou, "We've removed the life support system and some equipment. She doesn't have much time left, so please take care of her. I'm going out to talk to her relatives."

After the doctor finished speaking, he left the ward.

Lu Bozhou paused for a few seconds, then walked heavily to the bedside.

He reached out and gently touched Jiang Mian's face. "Do you want to leave now?"

"But what if I don't want to let go?"

"I haven't had a chance to tell you anything yet, and I haven't solved anything yet... What should I do?"

"I was loved by you so much, yet even until your death, I remained utterly incompetent. What am I to do?"

What will I do if you leave?

Lu Bozhou's voice was so hoarse that it was barely audible, making each word seem even more heartbreaking.

Jiang Mian watched from the side, unable to describe her feelings.

Lu Bozhou slowly leaned down in front of her and gently kissed her forehead on the hospital bed.

"...If I could, I would give my life to you and die in your place."

“If I could, I wouldn’t want to let go. But they all say that you’re in pain, and you’ll be in even more pain. I’ve already caused you pain for too long, and I can’t let you suffer in the end.”

"Goodbye, my wife."

"Goodbye."

Jiang Mian watched as the hot tears in his eyes fell onto her face, and watched as he walked out of the ward, looking emaciated.

Not long after, my parents and younger brother came in, and I saw their grief.

Seeing her own death from an outsider's perspective, Jiang Mian felt as if some of the barriers in her heart had been shattered.

For her, it was just a blink of an eye and five years had passed, but for others, there was never a moment that could be easily forgotten.

Jiang Mian was in a daze, not knowing how long this dreamlike state would last.

She didn't understand how to get out of this state. Since she wouldn't wake up anyway, Jiang Mian wanted to see how her son was doing, so she went to the neonatal intensive care unit.

Even though I had prepared myself mentally, seeing that tiny baby in the incubator, so thin and frail, with skin that looked like it would break at the slightest touch, was still quite a shock.

He had so many tubes attached to his body, and his eyes were covered with gauze...

Jiang Mian felt as if her heart had been stabbed.

She stood very close to the incubator, but dared not get any closer, as if afraid of startling the little guy or hurting him.

Jiang Mian didn't know how long she had been watching the incubator until the surrounding scenery suddenly changed.

The environment was no longer the cold lights and atmosphere of a hospital, but a more oppressive and stifling place.

Jiang Mian glanced around and realized that this must be... a funeral home.

A huge memorial hall.

A photo of Jiang Mian smiling radiantly was printed as a huge image and hung in the memorial hall as her portrait, surrounded by blooming flowers.

The memorial hall was very quiet.

Because the doors to the memorial hall were tightly closed.

Only Lu Bozhou, his emaciated body clad in a black suit, sat beside the crystal coffin.

The woman in the coffin looked peaceful and serene, as if she were asleep. No one knew what kind of suffering she had endured in her short life.

Jiang Mian stood to the side watching, when she heard urgent, almost angry banging coming from the entrance of the memorial hall.

"Open the door! Open the door! Lu Bozhou! Are you fucking crazy?! Open the door now!"

But Lu Bozhou ignored him and sat alone beside the crystal coffin.

No one knows what he's thinking, no one knows what he wants to do.

Jiang Mian sat down quietly beside him, looking at his profile. She knew he couldn't hear her, but she still couldn't help asking, "Lu Bozhou, what exactly do you want?"