Boss madam wants to run away

"Do you still want to live or not?"

Shelby King's heart thumped a bit, lowered her eyes and pressed the cotton ball, laughing in pale: "Why are you making a big deal about it? Just a fever, though."

"Shelby, are you aware of the severity of leukemia or not?"

The elegant face of the diagnostician, was full of chill, forcing his anger: "Now even the common cold virus can kill you!"

He wrote the diagnosis in a flowing script with an expressionless face: "I don't care what kind of star you are, call your agent immediately for hospitalization."

"Senior."

The physician's pen twisted suddenly and redundant strokes appeared.

Shelby's white eyes obstinately looked at Jonathan Smith with a weak plea, "I owe you a favor."

Jonathan pinched his brows with a little obscure under his eyes.

After a while, he compromised, "It's fine not to be hospitalized, but come here to check up regularly, and avoid excessive exercise during the day, don't bleed and leave wounds on your body, and....."

He suddenly paused and looked at her, "Did you take your medicine on time?"

"Yes, I did." She kept the pills in another medicine bottle for fear of being found out.

Jonathan's brows locked lightly, his eyes were still showing disapproving: "If the fever comes back, you must be hospitalized!"

Shelby obediently nodded, her fingers slightly clenched, "Senior, how much time do I have if I don't find the bone marrow?"

Jonathan's face swiftly changed, just about to speak, Shelby looked at him with bitterness in her eyes and a struggle: "I want to hear the truth."

"...Less than a year."

Was that all the time she had left?

Shelby froze, and the place near her heart faintly ached.

Jackson Johnson .......

Jonathan's brows furrowed, not wanting to let Shelby lose her hope, soothing her: "I am here with you, I will definitely cure you."

Shelby bit her lips tightly and raised her eyes, "Senior, if I get pregnant, what are the chances of a successful delivery?"

"Are you crazy?"