<h4>Chapter 583: Chapter 584: Not Right Now</h4><h4></h4>


    "So, you’re saying that in the end, I will be a cripple!"


    "Of course not. I have a case where the patient even ran a marathon. It’s not absolute... Of course, I don’t want to deceive you, there’s also a chance... it might not be that sessful. You know, I’m not an expert in this field, so I still hope you agree to let me contact the best specialists for a consultation. They will give you a more professional answer."


    "So that means... if it’s unsessful, I could die at any time, right?"


    "This..."


    "Answer me!"


    "Theoretically... yes! But you don’t have to be so pessimistic. After all, this... this is just a minority case..."


    "I understand." Moses interrupted Dr. William’s attempt atfort, "What if I don’t have the surgery?"


    "Lately, your episodes have been urring more and more frequently, which means the medication is no longer able to control the progression of your condition. You must consider surgery, otherwise..."


    "I could die at any time?"


    Dr. William fell silent for a long while on the other end.


    "I’m sorry, Mr. Moses. I would really like to give you a negative answer, but... I can’t betray your trust. The answer is... yes. So, I beg you, admit yourself to the hospital immediately for a full examination. As soon as you agree to be admitted, I can arrange for the most professional experts to see you tomorrow."


    Moses immediately refused, "Not now."


    "You must understand, you really can’t dy any longer!" Dr. William’s voice became urgent, "Every episode causes damage to your heart cells, and the cumtive effect is that your condition will get worse with each urrence. If, perchance, one time the rescue doesn’t arrive in time, you... will die!"


    "I know." Moses’s tone remained calm, "But right now, it’s not possible!"


    Of course, he knew that he should choose surgery at this time, but he had more important things toplete; he couldn’t just die on the operating table.


    "Well then..." Dr. William sighed helplessly, "then please promise me, besides taking your medication on time every day, you must always carry the medicine I’ve prepared for you. If you feel any difort at all, take a pill immediately!"


    "Fine." Moses’s gaze fell on the table, on the photo he had taken with Gan Yuan, "I promise you, but you must also promise me one thing."


    "Tell me."


    "If Gaia asks about my illness, tell her that it was my request for you to tell her that."


    "But..."


    "If you refuse, I won’t take another pill again."


    After a moment of silence, William said, "All right, I will do as you say."


    Moses hung up the phone. Paul, who was by his side, had already looked worried, guessing the entire situation from Moses’s words.


    "Sir!" Paul said with furrowed brows, "Why put yourself through this, why not exin things clearly to her? If Miss knew you were sick, she would definitely understand..."


    "It’s none of your business to tell me what to do!" Moses cut him off coldly, turned, and walked to the desk. He took out a document from the locked drawer and handed it to him, "Within one month, I want toplete all the ns listed here."


    Paul took the document, flipped through a couple of pages, and drew in a sharp breath, "The presidential election in F Country, you’re entering?!"


    Moses leaned back in his chair, "Not me, Gaia!"