In the corridor of the high-level special needs ward, James and Jean stood facing the window.

  The two of them quietly looked into the distance.

  Lilia was with Irene, even if they were silent to each other, she still tried to comfort her.

  According to Jack's current physical condition, everyone knew very well that his time… was really running out.

  "Jean, I want to bring Jack back home to take care of him, what do you think?"

  After a long silence, Jean looked to the side, his eyes bloodshot and his voice clearly hoarse…… "I have no opinion."

  James calmly patted him on the shoulder. "I'll go inside and arrange it, you just rest."

  "James, I'm coming with you!"

  Irene wiped the corners of her eyes from the side twice, and after taking a deep breath, she hurriedly chased after him.

  At this moment, Lilia was not far from Jean's position. After sighing, she walked over to him, pulled his hand from behind, and then tugged at his fingertips with a bit of force.

  "Don't worry too much, Vincent is still here, right? We'll hear what he has to say later."

  Jean let him hold her hand, lips tightly shut, stupidly holding back his own emotion.

  At this moment, he finally understood why his older brother had refused to see them for so many years.

  He remembered what Jack said in the ambulance.

  "Jean, God still loves me so much that I can at least be with you in Parma for many years. When I returned this time, I'm still given the opportunity to feel the warmth of my family. Even if I die soon, I will die in the right place!"

  "Brother, did you know that you would die soon?!"

  At this moment, there was a sound from the door behind him, and Vincent stepped out with a strange expression.

  He raised his eyes and saw the two people in front of him, his eyes were shining, and he asked reluctantly, "Is he really your second brother?"

  "How do you think he is?!" Jean didn't answer him and directly asked.

  He walked forward, leaned against the side of the window sill, and turned to look at him. "You know that I'm just a traditional Chinese medicine doctor, right?"

  Vincent stopped when Jean fell silent, he then continued, "Chinese medicine doesn't always work as well as you think. Even if I were a God, I couldn't do anything to change his fate. I checked his pulse, and his pulse is already very weak. What I can do is prescribe some prescriptions to relieve his current pain."

  "This is very different from your wife's situation at that time. Whether it's an external or internal treatment, it can only give him extra time in this world. I can't cure him……"

  Vincent's words were very straightforward!

  He had faith in his medical skills, but there was no way to save a patient like Jack.

  No matter how good the medical science is, there is no way to straighten a curved spine.

  What can be done is to prolong his life as much as possible by using Chinese medicine.

  He had treated Jack's throat before. At that time, he had seen the coating of his tongue and it had turned black.

  There is a saying in Chinese medicine, when a person has black color in his body, it means that person has no life.

  This is no joke!

  At this moment, after Vincent finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and dropped his heavy palm on Jean's shoulder.

  "Josh, life and death are inseparable. In many cases, even if I claim to be a genius doctor, I cannot cheat death. If he really is your second brother, I will try my best to make a medicine to prolong his life. You only need to focus on giving him a colorful life for the rest of his time, at least being by his side for now, it will surely be very valuable to him."

  Vincent's expression was serious, but there was a hint of remorse in his eyes.

  At this time, Jean's stern face was expressionless, his eyes were still staring out the window. Only the subtle tension beneath the skin of his throat revealed the intense emotions burning inside him.

  Lilia sighed forward, looking at the man then Vincent and asked, "Can you lighten the burden on his throat? Even though he could speak, he seemed to be in a lot of pain. As for his spine, can you treat him so he can sleep soundly?"

  After hearing this, Vincent glanced at her. "Yes, of course I can!"

  The strange old man was Jean's second brother. He had to make Jack more comfortable at any cost.

  Vincent raised his hand and touched his brow, looking at them. "I say, let him be discharged as soon as possible. I heard he has a malignant tumor in his body. From my point of view, it's better for him not to have chemotherapy. That kind of thing will only burden his body. He had almost no chance of recovery, doing so would only deepen the pain."

  "I'll give you the list of the medicines later. You will be responsible for buying all the herbal medicines. Chinese medicine for cancer is still very effective, even if it can't be cured, it can halt the growth."

  "Thank you!" It took a long time for Jean to speak even in a hoarse voice.

  Vincent raised his eyebrows and looked out the window following his gaze, "Don't be so polite to me. After all, I just happen to have medical skills. If I can help some of my brothers, I'll be happy!"

  "Now, Antonio and Glen are waiting for me to give them news. They don't know much about the situation in your house, so they plan to come and have a look. What do you think?"

  At this moment, Jean turned his head slowly and raised his eyebrows to meet Vincent's gaze. His expression was faint. "They don't need to come, if I need them, I will call them!"

  Vincent agreed and nodded. "My opinion is the same. Seeing the state of your family right now, if they came, it would add to the chaos. I will make a list of some rare medicinal ingredients. I'll also ask Glen to send me some!" Vincent said as he walked.

  Lilia watched him walk to the ward, and her heart moved.

  The friends of her husband…… Everyone treats each other sincerely. She hopes Jack can feel everyone's care and get a good life!……

  At 7 that night, James and Irene returned to their old house for a while.

  After they had a discussion, they planned to take Jack home again tomorrow.

  After all, they had just returned from Yogyakarta. Even though Jack didn't say anything, his body must be tired too.

  The sky is getting darker and a light breeze is blowing the trees.

  Jean and Chris are standing in the smoking area downstairs the hospital. Meanwhile, Alex and Tom returned to Surabaya last night……

  While Chris had gone home early this morning, he heard that Jean had arrived at the Minerva Hospital, so he immediately followed them and waited outside.

  "My housekeeper told me that Alfred went to my family's house last night!"

  Jean bit the butt of his cigarette, staring at Chris' surprised eyebrows.

  Seeing this, Chris immediately commented, "This is obviously strange, even though he wasn't even home until three in the morning!"

  "At that time, he and Jenny had a long conversation in the side hall, and specifically ordered that the people of the house not to disturb them. The people in the house didn't know what they're talking about. I keep thinking about this matter, but I felt the need to tell you about it. After all, Alfred and Alan are very close these days!"