Admission

"Third-degree radiation sickness? Is it serious?" The receptionist tried her best to act like a wife who was afraid of losing her husband.

The female doctor did not answer the question directly.

"We will do our best to treat him." 

"Then can you tell me how long he can live?" The receptionist did not forget Zhang Heng's advice and asked the most important question.

"I can't tell you the exact time, madam. Radiation sickness varies from person to person," the female doctor said.

"I beg you," the waitress pleaded. In order to earn a generous reward, her acting skills exploded. "We still have three children. I can't raise them all by myself. I need Dima," she cried and sobbed.

"He'll be fine, madam," the female doctor quickly consoled. "Although I can't give you any guarantees, I will do my best to treat him. Also, considering his current condition, I think it's best if you keep a certain distance from him, madam."