Or to put it differently, fate is very fair to everyone.
When it gives you something, it always takes away some of your precious things.
"Just a headache, and a bit of nausea."
Ma Xiaochen said weakly, her face pale.
In the late stages of a malignant tumor, it's always like this—unable to eat, poor digestion, and the body's consumption relies entirely on its stored fat. If it progresses further, it leads to extreme emaciation.
"Add some anti-nausea fluid today."
Zhao Heng turned to Liu Meng and said.
"Dr. Zhao, when will the nanotechnology treatment begin?"
Liu Qing stood up and asked eagerly.
She understood that her son was now racing against death, and every extra minute he lived was a gain.
"This afternoon, I will go to Professor Li Hongwei's laboratory at Yanjing University to prepare the first batch of carbon nanotubes for stabilizing the condition. The research and development of the siRNA colloidal bundle is ongoing."
"Don't worry."
