''You have cancer, Mr. Harlan. Brain cancer,'' Doctor Hudson breathed out nervously.
Flynn clenched his teeth and tried to maintain his balance.
Brain cancer?
How the hell was that possible?
''Why?'' He glared at the doctor.
Doctor Hudson sighed nervously, this tycoon was not going to make it easy either.
''I just asked a question,'' Flynn said, ever gently.
''I'm sure you must have been having some symptoms, headache especially,'' Doctor Hudson played with the stethoscope around his neck uncomfortably.
''So? Can't I have a headache?'' Flynn smiled.
''Mr. Harlan, the cancer is spreading rapidly. It is spreading over to your lung and in no time it will get there."
''Wow,'' Flynn smirked.
What is 'wow' in this matter?
Doctor Hudson wondered, his head lowered.
''We need to conduct a surgery as soon as possible,'' Doctor Hudson suggested and Flynn furrowed his brow.
''You think I will let you touch my brain?''
