In the evening, in the laboratory ward.
Kolby said in a low voice, "in fact, the five months I told him before is the bright side. He can only live five months when he has a good physical status."
"Because the virus in his body is almost out of the control of the inhibitor. If his heart cramps relapse a few more times, it is estimated that he won't have even a month..."
Viola was so shocked that she clenched the test result tightly.
She tried to calm down. "From now on, I will urge him to take good care of himself. I don't believe that he only has a few months left. I want him to live for a hundred years!"
Kolby was glad to see the determination in her eyes.
"Ms. McGraw, don't worry. I will try my best to save him. I'll go to work overtime and write a note for you. According to my note, proper exercise, nutritious food, and great mental health should be of great help."
"Okay, thank you."
"You're welcome. It's my pleasure."