Refusing to marry a wealthy family: the young mistress fled 99 times

"The chances are very small. The doctor suggested a gastrectomy followed by chemotherapy."

Jing Jiaren tried her best to suppress her trembling voice, and asked in a low voice, "Which hospital is he in now?"

"The young master refuses to accept the operation." This is the crux of the problem.

"why?!"

"If there is no operation, he may survive for 1-2 years, and if the operation fails, it will only be 2 months."

"So, he is afraid of death?!"

Wilson sighed slowly: "These 2 months will be in the hospital, lying on the hospital bed for infusion, hanging a gastric tube, and can only eat liquid food... accompanied by the smell of disinfectant. But if you can still If you live for 1-2 years, the young master can at least do many things he wants to do, go where he wants to go, eat what he wants to eat... So, can Miss Jing understand?"

"But only by undergoing surgery can he have a chance of surviving."

"The chances of living are very slim," Wilson said, shaking his head. "No one wants to lie in a hospital bed waiting to die."

Especially a king like Ximen Longting who is the only one who respects me.

I would rather die standing than lie down and bleed...

Jing Jiaren put hundreds of scorpions in, stinging her desperately.

"Can't you change your stomach?"

"The young master may not be very clear about stomach cancer. Generally, there is no such thing as changing the stomach. If part of the stomach is cut out, the rest of the stomach will grow on its own. If the whole stomach is cut out, the intestinal tract can take over the role of the stomach and absorb food." Wilson explained, "The problem is that stomach cancer metastasizes to other organs, spreads throughout the body..."

Jing Jiaren's heart is like a sinking stone thrown into the deep sea.

"Then what should I do?" she murmured, "Is there no other way?"

"Only surgery plus chemotherapy is the only possible cure."

"What is the success rate?"

"Twenty percent."

"Where is he now, I'm going to see him."

"I can take you to see him, but Miss Jing try not to mention his illness." Wilson said in a low voice, "It's my request."

Jing Jiaren's voice was choked: "Don't you want to watch him die?!"

"No one can change his decision, the young master has made up his mind."

That's why he did so much for Jing Jiaren, helping her pave the way...

There were tears in Jing Jiaren's eyes, he just planned to leave her.

The bodyguard car left the hospital, and the servant followed, carrying the emergency medicine kit...

An hour later, the car drove into Xiangai Street. Jing Jiaren did not expect that Ximen Longting would move back here!

She came here only in the afternoon, but she didn't go to the villa to have a look.

The carved wrought iron gate slowly opened, and this is Villa 520, and the villa Jing Meixue lived in was called 521.

With warm lights in the villa, Jing Jiaren's heart tightened.

"I've only been here this afternoon," she said to Wilson.

Wilson's back froze, and soon he continued to walk forward.

"You must know." Jing Jiaren asked quickly, "He knows too, doesn't he?"

Since Ximen Longting lives here, if she wants to come, his people will definitely notify him.

"I didn't expect that Ms. Jing would come back again," Wilson sighed, "You once said that this is the place you hate the most. The young master thought you would never come back, so you chose this place."

"Hmm." Jing Jiaren also guessed that he hadn't left City B.

Everything in the villa remained as it was before Jing Jiaren left.