Bigshot's Sweetie Is a Cat!-Chapter 1060: He Wants to Give Up Treatment

Jun Moyan turned around and looked at Xiaocha, his face ashen, and asked, "...Where’s Xiao’ai?"

"Miss Wen and her cousin left this morning, saying they were going back home to Holy City. Miss Wen kept calling you, but your phone was turned off. There must have been some emergency at her home because she was crying when she left."

Boom.

It was as if a bomb exploded in Jun Moyan’s mind, shattering his heart into pieces.

His knees buckled, he stumbled half a step back, his body swayed, almost falling to the ground.

Go home?

Gone... she left?

"Miss Wen asked me to tell you to wait for her, she will come back."

A buzzing noise filled Jun Moyan’s ears, his mind spinning, almost unable to keep standing.

The words Xiaocha spoke afterward, he seemed to have heard them clearly, yet not clearly at all.

His heart felt as if it was being torn into two, the pain nearly unbearable. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

For the first time, Jun Moyan felt like the sky was falling.

Wen Xiao’ai’s sudden departure was harder for Jun Moyan to bear than death itself.

"Hey, Third Young Master, where are you going?"

Xiaocha, watching Jun Moyan clutch his chest and stumble out of the villa in distress, also started to panic.

Minutes later, a car sped out of Wu Garden at a dangerously high speed, startling the security guards, who almost tried to stop it.

Jun Moyan was completely flustered, at a loss, thinking only of finding her.

Find? Where to find her? Of course, in the grove where she once disappeared...

And just minutes after Jun Moyan’s car sped out, another car raced out of Wu Garden as if its driver didn’t care for life.

Qing Yi sped through red lights all the way to the Second People’s Hospital, nearly dragging the traffic police into the hospital...

"It’s a good thing we caught it in time, otherwise..." The doctor, holding a medical chart, stood by the bed, looking at the man tormented by illness, with compassion.

"The previous chemotherapy session didn’t work well, you need to be prepared."

"...If I give up treatment..." His voice was so weak it seemed a breeze could scatter it.

"Sorry, I’m a doctor. Even if the hospital respects your decision, I can’t let you wait for death." The doctor interrupted him directly.

"If...I give up treatment...and only rely on...medication, how long can I last...?" He opened his eyes weakly, ignoring the doctor, and continued to ask.

The doctor looked at him, and after a moment of silence, said, "...Can you trust me this once?"

"...Chemotherapy is too painful...I’m afraid...I’m afraid once I get on the operating table, I won’t come down again...Someone is waiting for me...I want to go back to see him..."

He truly could not hold on any longer.

He didn’t want to waste his last moments in the hospital, nor did he want to spend the rest of his time there.

He was afraid that one day he wouldn’t come down from the operating table, afraid that he would leave suddenly, unable to see him one last time.

"He’s very important to you, isn’t he? Does he know about your condition? Can you bring him to the hospital?"

"...I can’t let him see me like this..."

"At a time like this, you’re still concerned about this? You’re only in your twenties. There are so many cancer fighters younger than you. How can you just decide to give up?!" The doctor, a young man and a lover of life, spoke passionately.

The doctor took extra care of this alcoholic who had been alone from admission to various surgeries both big and small.