Glara's body weakened; she couldn't bear to hear the continuation of the doctor's explanation. "But we will do our best for Mr. Louis. If you agree, we will prepare the consent form and proceed with the procedure."

Glara remained silent for a moment, unsure of what to do. Her steps felt like a catch-22—performing surgery while Louis's condition was declining would be risky, but doing nothing would worsen his condition.

"Just do your best, doctor," Glara finally decided on Louis's treatment.

The doctor nodded and immediately informed the nurse next to her to prepare the documents and the operating room. The nurse left the room, and shortly after, she returned...