My mom is waiting for treatment, and you're summoning me to be a hero?

Lin Mo watched as her mother was wheeled into the operating room.

The automatic door slowly closed in front of them, keeping Zhou Xiaomei's last smile hidden away.

The red light on the door lit up, with the words "Operation in Progress" written on it.

He stood still, without moving.

The corridor was quiet, with the occasional nurse pushing a cart by, the wheels making a soft sound as they rolled across the floor.

Intermittent voices could be heard in the distance, but it was impossible to make out what they were saying.

Lin Mo wanted to sense what was happening inside the operating room.

He focused his mind, trying to detect the sounds, breaths, and energy fluctuations within, but he couldn't sense anything.

In that world, he could sense any movement within tens of meters.

It allows you to pinpoint the enemy's location even through walls.

But here, he's just an ordinary person.

His mental energy seemed to be suppressed by something, shrinking deep within his body, unable to move.

The power over there, just like the potions I always deliver, is mostly restricted.

He clenched his fists.

Just then, a hand landed on his shoulder.

Lin Mo turned his head.

Lin Feng stood next to him, his hand pressing firmly on his shoulder.

His eyes were also fixed on the closed door, his eyes were a little red, but his expression was calm.

"Don't worry, the medicine you gave your mother is working. Her recovery is much better than the doctor expected; all her indicators have improved, and the surgery will definitely be successful."

Lin Mo looked at his father.

The man was half a head shorter than him, had a slightly hunched back, mostly white hair, sunken eyes, and a stubble beard.

He stood there, his hand on his son's shoulder, motionless.

Lin Mo took a deep breath.

He took the compass out of his pocket.

It's palm-sized, with a silver base and a surface engraved with dense dark red runes.

When the sunlight shone on it, the runes seemed to flow slowly.

Lin Feng was stunned for a moment: "This is..."

Lin Mo handed over the compass.

"Dad, put this in Mom's water glass."

His voice was low, but he spoke each word very clearly.

"The medicine will be delivered regularly from now on. Just put it in water and have my mom drink it."

Lin Feng took the compass, his mind still replaying Lin Mo's words.

He instinctively asked, "And what about you?"

Lin Mo was speechless for a moment, opening his mouth but unable to say anything.

Lin Feng then realized he had said the wrong thing, and his heart felt like it had been squeezed tightly by something.

But he didn't ask any further questions. He just gripped the compass tightly and patted Lin Mo's shoulder with his other hand.

"Over there... Be careful. Don't catch a cold."

Lin Mo lowered his head.

"Um."

He could only utter this one word.

The two of them stood there in the corridor outside the operating room, neither of them saying a word.

Time passed slowly, and at 13:33 PM, the red light on the operating room door went out.

The door opened very softly, and Lin Mo and Lin Feng looked up at the same time.

Director Zhang was the first to come out.

He took off his mask, revealing a tired but relaxed expression on his face.

He saw the father and son at the door and nodded.

"The surgery went smoothly; the tumor was removed completely, and the bleeding was minimal. Now it's just a matter of recovery."

Upon hearing this news, Lin Feng's legs went weak, and his composure vanished instantly.

He even had to reach out and hold onto the wall to stand up.

The string that had been taut for so long finally loosened, so much so that he almost couldn't stand up.

Lin Mo stepped forward to help Lin Feng up.

The father and son watched as Zhou Xiaomei was wheeled out, her face pale and covered by anesthesia.

I only had time to glance at it.

The bed was then wheeled into the corridor leading to the intensive care unit.

"Please come to my office, family member. I need to inform you about the follow-up matters."

Director Zhang's voice brought him back to reality.

……

The doctor's office is small, with a desk and a few filing cabinets.

Director Zhang sat behind his desk and gestured for Lin Mo and Lin Feng to sit down opposite him.

Lin Feng's hands were still shaking, but he tried his best to sit up straight.

Lin Mo sat next to him, waiting quietly.

Director Zhang took off his glasses, wiped them with a cloth, and put them back on.

He flipped through the medical records in his hand and looked up.

"The surgery was very successful. Let me confirm this with you first, so you don't feel guilty."

Lin Feng nodded.

"However, you shouldn't be too optimistic."

Their hearts sank simultaneously.

Director Zhang sighed as he looked at their expressions.

He didn't beat around the bush and went straight to the point.

"You signed a preoperative informed consent form before the surgery, and I talked to you about some things before the surgery. Now that the surgery is over, I still have to emphasize it again: the five-year survival rate for mid-stage liver cancer is about 40% to 60%."

He paused, letting those words sink in.

"This isn't meant to scare you, it's based on data. Some people are fine for years after surgery, while others relapse within a year. It varies from person to person, depending on the biological characteristics of the tumor, as well as the subsequent recovery and treatment."

Lin Feng remained silent.

His hands gripped his pants so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

Director Zhang continued speaking.

"Next, the patient will be observed in the recovery room for several hours. Once the anesthesia wears off and the vital signs are stable, the patient will be transferred back to a regular ward. The first few days after surgery are crucial; we need to prevent infection, bleeding, and liver function problems. Our medical staff will be monitoring these aspects, and your family needs to cooperate."

He tapped the medical record a few times.

"After being discharged from the hospital, you will need to take medication long-term, including targeted drugs, to prevent recurrence."

When Director Zhang spoke, he looked up at Lin Feng and Lin Mo, his voice becoming somewhat heavy.

"This is a considerable expense."

Lin Mo took a deep breath.

As expected, it has come to this.

At this moment, Lin Feng asked, "Director Zhang, how much does targeted therapy cost approximately?"

Director Zhang leaned back in his chair and thought for a moment.

"Currently, medical insurance can cover a portion of the costs. For domestically produced ones, the out-of-pocket expense is around two to three thousand yuan per month. Imported ones are more expensive, around five to six thousand yuan. It depends on which one you use and your medical insurance policy. But this is a long-term process, and follow-up examinations also cost money. A contrast-enhanced CT scan is needed every three months, costing several hundred yuan. If there are any problems in between, you may need to undergo interventional procedures or radiotherapy, which will increase the cost."

He shrugged.

"I'm telling you this not to make you anxious, but to give you some background information so you can prepare in advance."

Lin Feng lowered his head, seemingly lost in thought.

Lin Mo looked at him and saw the white hair at his temples, his hunched back, and the slight trembling of his hands gripping his trousers.

"Also, the patient's mindset is very important. We will treat her as needed, give her the medication she needs, and have her undergo the necessary follow-up examinations. You family members should spend more time with her and help her not to overthink things. A good mood will help her recover faster."

Director Zhang added.

He then stood up and patted Raymond Lam on the shoulder.

"That's all for today. You can wait outside the ICU. We'll let you know when the patient wakes up. I'll explain the specific post-discharge plan to you in detail before discharge."

Lin Feng stood up, nodded, and his lips moved, but he only uttered two words: "Thank you."

Lin Mo also stood up.

He followed his father out of the office; the lights in the corridor were somewhat glaring. Lin Feng walked very slowly, as if he had suddenly aged ten years.

After walking a few steps, Lin Feng stopped and turned to look at him.

"Don't worry about the money for that medicine, Dad has a way."

Lin Mo looked at his father.

This man never uttered a few nice words in his life, lived frugally his whole life, and always put himself last.

Now he stands here, hunched over, his eyes red, saying that Dad has a solution.

Lin Mo took his hand out of his pocket.

He clutched the note in his hand, the edges already soaked with sweat.

"Dad, leave the money to me."