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Chapter 938 I Don’t Want Chemotherapy
In the room, Huo Baiyuan rubbed his irritated brows and asked, "What legitimate method should I find?"

Luo Changchuan shrugged his shoulders: "I haven't thought about it yet, but you have to be quick, don't let your brother get there first."

The look in Huo Baiyuan's eyes gradually cooled.

Before leaving, Luo Changchuan patted Huo Baiyuan on the shoulder and said, "You live with her day and night, under the same roof, you will always find an opportunity."

Qin Miao sent Luo Changchuan out of the door, turned around and went back to Huo Baiyuan's side, and asked: "Are you really going to use Mr. Luo's method..."

"What else?" Huo Baiyuan glanced at Qin Miao. "Do you have a better idea?"

Qin Miao suddenly remembered the scene last night when Song Lishu carefully took care of the drunk Huo Baiyuan. Although he was not familiar with Song Lishu, he felt a little bit sorry for him at this moment.

"But…"

She had done nothing, yet she was forced to accept the judgment of death.

Huo Baiyuan frowned: "Why? You want to speak for her? Do you like her?"

"No..." Qin Miao shook his head hurriedly.

Huo Baiyuan glanced at Qin Miao coldly, then looked away without saying anything else.

After Song Lishu stopped taking the medicine, she could clearly feel that her health was getting worse. She had no strength at all and her appetite had also become poor. Her health had always been maintained by taking medicine.

She seldom left the room and hardly met Huo Baiyuan for several days. Even if they met, Huo Baiyuan was still so disgusted that he didn't even want to look at her and quickly left her presence.

After holding on for a while, Song Lishu received a call from Nie Ziyu.

"Lishu, have you considered the chemotherapy I suggested to you last time?"

Song Lishu sat on the edge of the bed, holding his cell phone, stunned.

Chemotherapy…

After a moment of silence, Song Lishu slowly said, "Doctor Nie, will chemotherapy definitely make me better?" Nie Ziyu replied, "I'm sorry, Lishu, I can't guarantee you, but this is a glimmer of hope, isn't it?"

Song Lishu smiled and said, "Then I... won't do it anymore. I'm afraid of the pain, and it won't look good if I shave my hair."

"Lishu?" Nie Ziyu was surprised. He didn't expect Song Lishu to refuse so straightforwardly: "Why not?"

Song Lishu smiled and said, "I told you the reason..."

Nie Ziyu's tone became serious: "Don't make excuses. I know you are not the kind of person who would give up easily because of fear of pain or embarrassment. What exactly happened?"

"Nothing happened. I just don't want to do it anymore. Thank you for your kindness, Dr. Nie. Let's contact each other next time." Song Lishu hung up the phone in a hurry.

Holding the phone, she suddenly felt like a deflated ball, with her head drooping.

She knew that Nie Ziyu had been trying hard to treat her illness, but she was going to disappoint him.

Half a month passed in the blink of an eye.

Song Lishu went to the hospital for a follow-up checkup as scheduled. When Nie Ziyu got her checkup report, he suddenly frowned, looked up at Song Lishu, and asked, "Lishu, have you been taking your medicine well recently?"

Song Lishu's eyes dodged twice: "Yes...I took medicine."

"Then how could...how could it deteriorate so quickly?"

Song Lishu twisted his fingers and said nothing.

Nie Ziyu put down the medical report and said, "Lishu, only chemotherapy can give you hope of survival. You can't keep taking medicine like this. It won't solve the problem."

Song Lishu raised his head, looked at Nie Ziyu with a determined gaze, and said, "But I really don't want to have chemotherapy."

(End of this chapter)