Chapter 887


    Chapter 887 I Want to Give Up


    Jolene didn’t end up kneeling until the morning. She was so tired at night that she had dozed off. She


    thought that James would scold her harshly in the morning. However, when she woke up, he had left


    the vi, and she had a nket around her shoulders.


    She looked at the nket, smiling.


    Jenny had no idea about what had happened between James and Jolene. After her meal with him


    yesterday, she had no other intentions of interfering. It was between them, after all. Although Jenny


    didn’t like Jolene, she couldn’t break them up on purpose.


    She didn’t want to care about it any longer, opting to let things unfold naturally.


    She went to the hospital to work. It was just like any regr hospital day but with different patients.


    Sometimes, when Jenny looked at them, she’d wonder if she could save more people if she were


    stronger.


    “Doctor.” A tiny voice interrupted her thoughts.


    Jenny looked down, seeing a young girl. Her mother was currently under Jenny’s care.


    She bent over and patted the girl on the head. ’What’s up?”


    “My mommy told me to get you.”


    Jenny nodded and followed the girl to the ward.


    “Dr. Walter, you’re here.” The girl’s mother looked fatigued. She waved at the girl, and she ran to her


    side.


    Jenny walked over, asking, ’How are you feeling today? After a couple more rounds of treatments,


    you’ll be able to have the surgery.”


    Neurosurgeons most often encountered brain tumors. Before studying medicine,


    Jenny had not even met someone with a brain tumor. But after studying medicine, she realized there


    were so many of them.


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    “Dr. Walter, I…” She hesitated while speaking. Jenny thought that it was weird.


    She frowned, taking a guess. “Do you want to give up?”


    The woman nodded, her eyes turning red. “I can’t use up the household’s savings for myself. I have to


    leave something behind for Amy.”


    Jenny often ran into these incidents. Back then, she wouldn’t urge them to hang on, but when she saw


    the young girl and thought of her mother’s condition, she said, “You don’t really have a serious


    condition. If you go through the operation, it will be removedpletely.” After a pause, she added,


    “Having money left behind for Amy is not the same as watching her grow up.”


    If her memory was to be trusted, Amy’s father was not very responsible. Since his wife’s admission, he


    had onlye to see her a few times, each visit filled withints.


    “I know what you mean, but…” The woman couldn’t help crying. “But what if it doesn’t work? And what


    if ites back?”


    She had fallen into despair ever since getting the tumor. She wouldn’t have wanted the treatment if it


    weren’t for her daughter.


    Yesterday, her husband visited. She thought that his words made sense. He wasn’t much of a


    character, but he was still Amy’s father. He wouldn’t abandon her. If she left behind some money, Amy


    would have a better life.


    It was because of these thoughts that she wanted to give up.


    “You have a really high chance of survival.” “Thank you, Dr. Walter, but my decision has been made.


    Please, help me arrange the procedures for discharge,” she said, her gaze determined. It seemed like


    she had taken days toe to that decision.