Chapter 882

Before Wynn could speak, Willow smiled faintly and said, "I know, Aunt Wynn. I don't have much longer to live. Rather than laying in bed waiting to die, I'd rather walk through my final days like a normal person." Seeing Wynn start to cry again, Willow quickly comforted her, "Please don't be sad. I'm really very content now. "So many terminal cancer patients can only remain in bed, unable to die but unable to live. They can't care for themselves and even lose control over their bodily functions. But the medicine Mr. Quayle gave me has allowed me to walk and perform normally. I truly feel very fortunate." "Willow…" Wynn knew Willow was speaking the truth. Even if she lay in bed every day, receiving acupuncture and taking various medicines, it could only extend her life by a few days at most. Nevertheless, Wynn was genuinely heartbroken. After so many years of practicing medicine, except for the tragic deaths of her two patients years ago, she had never felt such a deep sense of hel