Molly stared at Jacob, as if she could read something from his eyes. She smiled gently, pushed away his golden needle, and sat up slowly, "Don't lie to me. I've known you for so long, so I understand you. Moreover, only half of the people who have been cured by you can survive this virus, and I am in the other half who can't survive, right?"
Jacob was slightly shocked. The golden needles he had just taken out fell to the ground. Indeed, Molly's body was weaker, and her antibodies were relatively weak. The mutated virus in her body rushed through her veins fast, so her current situation was more serious than other patients.
"How do you know if we don't try?" He forced a smile and said, "Don't forget that I'm a highly skilled doctor. The virus is nothing to me."
"You can leave now. I'm tired. I want to take a rest," she shook her head and said.