In the pure white System Space, Lu Zhou faced the empty inventory and stared blankly in silence.
About an hour earlier, after reading Vera's diagnosis, he had come here. Though he did not know why, his intuition told him this might be the only place that could save her.
Late-stage cancer...
At least as far as Lu Zhou knew, aside from misdiagnosis, he had never heard of a single case of it being cured.
But surely, to people from the future—or the biotechnology of an advanced civilization—mere cancer cells should have been no challenge at all.
However, things were clearly not as optimistic as he had imagined.
Nitrogen Shield?
That definitely would not be of any use.
Vitality Potion?
What she needed now was proper rest, not a stimulant to wake her up and write her will.
There were still a few Memory-Enhancement Tablets left...
But those were obviously useless too.
Easter Egg?
When he saw the brightly colored egg lying alone in the inventory, Lu Zhou nearly laughed himself.
This thing was a joke, one of the most half-hearted items he had ever drawn from the system...
Fine, only one of them.
With mixed feelings, he closed the inventory and fell silent as he stared at the cold attribute panel.
Generally speaking, late-stage lung cancer patients only had three to twelve months to live. Exactly how long depended entirely on the whims of the cancer cells.
Of course, if the patient had a strong constitution, actively cooperated with treatment, and received excellent care afterward, their survival time could be extended accordingly. There had even been clinical cases of late-stage lung cancer patients surviving more than seven years.
Yet even then, it was only seven years.
And the suffering caused by chemotherapy during that time was enough to make life