"Thank you, Mr. Jiang, but I'm already beyond saving. The doctor said the cancer cells have spread throughout my body, and your company's Cancer Clearing Medicine is no longer effective for me."
Uncle Da said, forcing back his sorrow. If he had discovered it earlier, with Heng Ai Medicine's Cancer Clearing Pill, he definitely could have survived.
Even late-stage cancer could be managed with medication.
Unfortunately, by the time his cancer was discovered, the cancer cells had already spread throughout his body.
Jiang Siming smiled. "It's all right. If you agree, you can let me give it a try."
"Go ahead and try, Mr. Jiang. I only have a few days left to live anyway," Uncle Da said.
Jiang Siming no longer had any reservations. He walked over and pulled out all the tubes attached to Uncle Da.
The dean and Xie Weiyi watched in terror, while Uncle Da's family members hesitated, wanting to speak.
They wanted to stop him, but Uncle Da had agreed. Besides, even if they did not try, Uncle Da would only last another day or two. So they could only stand to the side and watch nervously.
"You should all go outside for now. Suspend visiting, and arrange for a more professional nurse to assist me," Jiang Siming instructed.
Everyone obediently left the room.
"Let me do it. I was a nurse before I became the dean's assistant," Xie Weiyi volunteered.
Jiang Siming nodded in agreement. After everyone else had left, only Uncle Da and the two of them remained in the room.
Because the tubes had been removed from his body, Uncle Da soon could not hold on any longer and fell straight into a sleep.
If he was not treated immediately, he probably would not last half an hour.
The people outside waited