Back To The 90s: The Resilient Daughter-In-Law

"Will I die?" Nan Fei’s face was no longer smiling; her delicate and beautiful features were like the most meticulous masterpiece of the heavens, and when her large, watery eyes gazed straight into someone’s, even the hearts of stone would soften. "You should know that medical standards are improving all the time, and your condition isn’t as serious as you think..."

"Just tell me the probability," Nan Fei interrupted, speaking directly and plainly: "You really aren’t good at comforting people, and I don’t need anyone’s comfort."

The doctor, not the least bit upset about being interrupted, murmured to himself, "Having the courage to face life and death, that is truly admirable."

After his muttering, as though afraid that Nan Fei might hear something that would tarnish his own dignity, he deliberately made a stern face and gruffly said, "This is the nation’s largest hospital; how could we let you die so easily? And since you can afford it, we can invite specialists from abroad for you."

"What’s the probability?" Nan Fei persisted in asking.

Because this would determine her next course of action.

"Sixty percent!"