<h4>Chapter 843: Besides Waiting for Death, There Was No Other Option</h4>


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    A short sentence seemed to have consumed all his energy.


    Lu Zhanbeiy on her shoulder and closed his eyes.


    Lin Wanwan immediately burst into tears. “Go to sleep. I’ll apany you and watch over you...”


    With a rip, the tent’s zipper was pulled open.


    Shen Zhiyi had not yet arrived but her voice traveled in. “Wanwan, the sun’s about toe out. I heard that watching the sunrise from the top of the mountain...”


    The remaining words stopped abruptly, and there were a few seconds of dead silence.


    “Zhanbei!” Shen Zhiyi ran in. “What’s going on? Is he injured? When did this happen?”


    Shen Zhiyi had been asking for a few times before Lin Wanwan shushed her. “Don’t be noisy. He says he wants to sleep for a while.”


    Seeing her empty eyes, Shen Zhiyi frowned even tighter. She rushed out of the tent immediately. “Mo Chen, Tang Chen,e over immediately!”


    The other people rushed in and saw this scene. They were thrown off their feet.


    Lu Zhanbei was pulled into the car, and the group quickly rushed to the military hospital.


    When he was pushed into the emergency room, Lin Wanwan faced the questioning crowd alone. She didn’t want to recall the painful truth and pointed to Tang Chen.


    “Ask him.”


    Shen Zhiyi looked over immediately. “Peach-shaped eyes, what is going on?”


    Tang Chen didn’t conceal anything and spoke the truth. Everyone became silent.


    After a long while, Shen Zhiyi asked with difficulty, “There’s really no cure?”


    “That’s right.”


    Tang Chen nodded. He smelled the desperation in the air and looked calm.


    “He should have copsed half a month ago. It’s already a miracle that he can survive until now. His body will be weaker and weaker. In the end, he won’t even have the strength to stand, until his death.”


    Every word of his was like a knife, piercing everyone’s hearts.


    Lin Wanwan covered her ears with trembling hands. “Stop speaking, stop speaking!”


    Shen Zhiyi covered her face with both hands. “Why did this happen...?”


    In those moments, every word seemed pale and weak.


    Mo Chen kicked the wall angrily, his eyes red. “Are we just going to watch Brother Zhanbei leave us? No, I don’t believe it. Medical technology is so advanced now. There must be a way to cure him!”


    He found it difficult to ept this. The Brother Zhanbei in his eyes was omnipotent and god-like.


    Such a man... was about to die?


    Ruan Baoer looked at Lin Wanwan, her face full of tears. “I’m going to find a doctor too!”


    After saying that, she ran out.


    “It’s useless,” Tang Chen said word by word. “He’s bound to die.”


    When Shen Zhiyi, who was already full of negative emotions, heard such sarcastic words, she red up. She rushed over and grabbed Tang Chen by the cor.


    “This is all your fault. If you hadn’t developed this harmful drug, Zhanbei wouldn’t havended in such a state now!”


    At this moment, Lin Wanwan said solemnly, “No, it’s my fault. If it wasn’t to save me, Lu Zhanbei wouldn’t have been subjected to Qi Junze.”


    Shen Zhiyi’s anger was like a deted ball. She unclenched her hands weakly.


    Now wasn’t the time to hold anyone ountable.


    After a long wait, the operating room door opened.


    The doctor who personally examined and treated Lu Zhanbei was the director of the military hospital himself. In the face of a few pairs of hopeful faces, he smiled bitterly. “I’m sorry. There’s nothing I can do. Mr. Lu’s internal organs are gradually bing necrotic. Even his immunity has broken down.”


    In other words, besides waiting for death, there was no other option for Lu Zhanbei.