About Phone {2}
"I'm quite surprised by this, Mr. Han," said the specialist who had been treating Xiao Chuan's illness.
This morning, Xiao Chuan came for a routine checkup after undergoing a series of examinations and dialysis. Xiao Chuan sat quietly in front of the curly-haired male doctor.
"Mr. Han, you know yourself how sick you are. How should you be doing now, but seeing your condition sitting in front of me, and seeing the results of the examination earlier everything is even better day by day is a miracle. Even almost all the patients who were at Mr. Han's point were helpless, Mr. Han you really created your own miracle."
Hearing this, Xiao Chuan smiled. Even he didn't know where he had the strength from. What he did every day was to keep praying that God would give him a little more time to live.