Giovanni saw Darlene hesitate and promised, "Don't worry. I am a doctor. I'm responsible for curing diseases and saving people. If you want to hide your illness from your family, I will respect you, but the premise is that you will cooperate with the treatment."
Darlene was silent for a long time, knowing that since she had come to do the examination, she could not hide her illness.
She did not hide it anymore. "Late-stage left heart failure. It was found out more than three months ago."
Giovanni thought he heard something wrong. "What?"
Heart failure was the most serious kind of heart disease. Late-stage meant that it was an incurable disease. It was the same as Darlene's heart had been necrotic and could not be repaired.
Darlene turned on her phone, clicked open her previous check-up, handed the phone over, and repeated it softly, "Left heart failure, late stage. Giovanni, you are an expert in this area. I can't be cured, right?"