"Heaven's atrocities can be forgiven, but one's own atrocities are unforgivable."
The doctors present were no saints. They all had families and loved ones. Being able to serve as doctors in a hospital was already their greatest contribution. But...to ask them to harvest organs to save someone who was unlikely to be saved...that was asking too much.
Fang Yu looked indifferently at Du Changgong and said, "Rest well, perhaps you'll live a bit longer."
After speaking, Fang Yu, without turning his head, walked away with his hands behind his back towards the other end of the corridor.
Xu Zhaopei followed him.
...
They arrived outside of the hospital.
Fang Yu took a deep breath.
Du Changgong's condition hadn't impacted his mood in the slightest.
At that moment, Xu Zhaopei ran up to his side, and looking up at the cloudless blue sky, she asked,
"Did you know he was sick all along?"
Fang Yu nodded.
