Love On The Sick Bed, Goddess Sending Warmth?

"Mr. Luo, your tumor has already spread. We discussed at length and are in consensus that only a craniotomy can save your life!"

The doctor in the white coat had a cold expression on his face, his voice was as flat as a low-quality robot. It was as if the item in his hand was a lousy menu instead of an X-ray with bad news.

Luo Feng, who was sitting opposite the doctor, laughed bitterly. "What is the success rate of a craniotomy?"

The doctor adjusted his glasses and extended four fingers.

"40%?" Luo Feng asked.

Nearly 50% success rate? Luo Feng was a little happy. This seemingly bad news was the best news he had heard recently.

"Four percent." The doctor replied coldly.

Luo Feng felt like he had fallen into an ice cave the moment he heard that.

What was the difference between four percent and a direct declaration of death! Was there a need for a meeting to discuss this?

The doctor didn't seem to notice Luo Feng's expression of despair. "You still have slightly less than half a month if we treat it conservatively."

Luo Feng could hear the urging in his words. He wouldn't be of any help to the hospital's financial gains as someone who was sent here by a caring person.

Moreover, to put it bluntly, treating him would be a waste of medical resources given his condition.

"I'll do the surgery. If it doesn't work out, you guys can take the organs that are still useful." Luo Feng said as he propped himself up with the table and left the treatment room.

The tumor in his brain had almost drained all of his strength. His body was like a broken lantern made of paper. The slender bamboo strips would deform and break with just a tiny external force.

Luo Feng held onto the anti-fall handrail and slowly walked back to his ward.

He lay back on the bed and spat out the air in his lungs in pain.

He knew that he should contact his family to see them one last time and eat whatever he wanted according to the protocol, even though the doctor did not remind him just now.

Unfortunately, he had no family.

His parents had passed away early. Two relatives who wanted to inherit all his money since he had no offspring did come. However, they hid far away as if they were avoiding a plague when they heard that he was sick with nothing left.

Xing Miaomiao was the first name listed in his communication record.

She was Luo Feng's ex-girlfriend. The two of them started dating in high school and got into the same university together. They have never separated even after their internship, so they were an enviable couple.

Xing Miaomiao was promoted from his girlfriend to his fiancée when they got engaged one year ago.

However, the irony was that Xing Miaomiao had never appeared again ever since Luo Feng discovered the brain tumor. She even canceled the wedding ceremony that was already on the agenda and drew a clear line with Luo Feng.

Luo Feng's classmates were the ones who told him the news. However, it was very difficult for him to question Xing Miaomiao face to face with his weak body. He had to let it go even though he was unwilling.

Luo Feng thought about it and realized that there was no one he wanted to see.

He stared blankly at a certain stain on the ceiling. The silent room was terrifyingly quiet. The sound of the horn outside the window was like countless sharp arrows, hitting Luo Feng's ear, the bull's eye, revolving repeatedly in his brain after piercing through it.

"Urgh!" Luo Feng covered his mouth and felt his stomach churning. There was nothing in his stomach for him to throw up, only the sour stench rushing into his throat, burning his tongue.

Luo Feng hurriedly tried to grab the cup on the bedside table. However, he was unable to reach it.

Suddenly, Luo Feng felt the cup hit the back of his hand. He grabbed it and gulped the water in it down. He started coughing again before he could even relax.

"Cough cough cough!" Luo Feng curled up into a ball in pain.

Right at this moment, a hand covered Luo Feng's back, gently helping him breathe.

Luo Feng raised his head in surprise and saw a beautiful woman in an apricot-colored suit standing in front of him. The woman was elegant and magnanimous. She looked like she just walked out of a high-end show when looking at her up close.

"Thank you." Luo Feng used his hand to cover his sorry state.

The beautiful woman was like the sun in the sky. Anyone would avoid her light and feel ashamed of their inferiority.

Luo Feng lowered his head to avoid the beauty's gaze. He had a feeling that this person would leave very soon. Perhaps she was here visiting a family member and came over to help him out because he was pitiful.

To his surprise, the beauty did not leave. She, instead, sat down by his bed.

The folds of the suit skirt followed her curves, her long legs elegantly gathered together, and her small leather bag covered the edge of the skirt. Luo Feng felt like the beauty was observing him!

"Wow! That person seems to be the youngest female CEO of Goldman Sachs Investment Corporation. I've seen her on television!"

"She's so beautiful. She looks even better in person than on TV!"

"God is so unfair. How can someone be so good-looking and capable at the same time!"

At some point, a few nurses had gathered at the door of the ward. Their whispers answered some of Luo Feng's doubts.

Wasn't Goldman Sachs the most popular investment company in the news? It had only been listed for four years and had a market value of more than 10 billion yuan. Its scope spanned finance, real estate, tourism, film and television, and many other industries.

If Tencent was the paraquat in the industry, then Goldman Sachs would be the industry's blood transfusion pack. It would do whatever it wanted and prosper.

Why would the CEO of such a great company come to such a place?

Luo Feng looked at the beauty's face and found it familiar.

The beauty pursed her red lips and said. "Luo Feng, how are you feeling? I heard from the doctor that you've decided to undergo surgery?"

Luo Feng nodded. "Yes, but who are you?"

The beauty was stunned for a moment. "I'm Ai Tingya. Don't you remember?"

Ai Tingya?

This name sounds familiar, but Luo Feng's limited brain capacity did not allow him to search through his past memories.

"High school, boiled eggs. Do you remember now?" Ai Tingya smiled and reminded him.

It was Luo Feng's turn to be surprised.

When he was in high school, his mother would cook him a boiled egg every day to complete his nutritional intake. He did not like to eat it, so he gave it to a yellow-faced and muscular girl in his class.

He did not have a deep impression of this girl. He only remembered that her hair was dry like straw. She was always in her school uniform even though the other girls in his class dressed up. She was dry and thin, like a baguette in a pocket.

Her inconspicuous appearance led no one but her teacher to remember her for her excellent results.

Luo Feng then looked at the voluptuous beauty in front of him and thought to himself. "Is this because of the nutritions in a boiled egg, or is it because of a second puberty? She has turned into such a beauty!"

"What are you doing here?" Luo Feng asked anxiously.

What goes around comes around. He was the one who was like the baguette in a hospital gown. There was nothing sadder than seeing an old classmate with a successful career again while he was lingering on his sick bed.

Luo Feng shrank back into himself to avoid giving Ai Tingya his illness thinking about this.

Ai Tingya sensed his resistance and stopped leaning closer to him. She pretended to be calm and replied. "Of course I'm here to see you. The period when we were deskmates might have been ordinary to you but it is unforgettable to me!"