"If it's certain that she can be cured, I would definitely tell her, but now hope is slim, and I don't want her to be filled with hope only to be disappointed again."
Xue Zhiyi didn't expect Yang Ming to think this way. He understood the desire to spare his wife from suffering, but, "Are you just giving up treatment like this?"
Yang Ming shook his head, "If she returns and still insists on treating it, wants to try taking medicine, I'll switch the medicine to what you gave. But if she doesn't want to try, we won't treat it. I don't want her to be drinking medicine year after year."
Yang Ming didn't want his wife to suffer; just having her by his side was enough. Moreover, they now had Little Liufu. Seeing Xue Zhiyi not responding, Yang Ming spoke again, "Brother Xue, is that okay?"
"Wait a moment, I'll write you a prescription right away." Xue Zhiyi said as he sat down at the table.
