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"I did believe, my son has always been a man of his word," Mother said as she wiped the corner of her eye.
Next to her, the silent father also silently picked up a small bottle.
"To your rebirth, Ziqiang," he said, and downed it in one go.
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"Mr. Shi's level of liver cancer, coupled with his age and history of drinking, is basically unlikely to live past six months," the doctor said impassively as he looked at the old father's medical record and briefed the mother and son in front of him, "and it's highly probable that the cancer cells have already metastasized; other organs becoming diseased is just a matter of time."
The mother sobbed silently, her sorrow beyond words, while the son remained rigid, leaning forward to ask, "Doctor, isn't there any other way? Isn't there a universal cure for all cancers provided by corporations? What about gene editing treatments?"
