A grade three brain tumor.
The words "brain tumor" had always given Yan Renzhong nightmares.
The memory of his father's valiant but futile struggle against the disease was etched into his soul, a constant reminder of the disease's merciless grip and the fragility of life.
Although he conducted regular check-up to catch it in time, he still ended up with a grade three brain tumor so suddenly.
It was a nightmare.
It had to be.
But the fingernails clawing into his arms told him it was not.
This was the reality.
The nightmare had finally taken form, and it bared its grotesque teeth at Yan Renzhong, who was powerless to stop it from going rampage within his own head...
"Mr. Yan..."
When Yan Renzhong opened his eyes, Dr. Kang already sat next to him. The seasoned neurologist had faced countless patients, but the weight of delivering devastating news never lessened.