So, she felt she couldn’t wait any longer, especially after being provoked by Guo Mengyao this time. It was time to reveal everything to Chen Feng.
It was quite sudden, so sudden that she herself hadn’t anticipated it at first.
Chen Feng was even more surprised. He had originally thought they were in sync, with her as his honorary little sister and personal assistant, able to stay by his side but not interfering with his dating life.
But now Wu Mengting had given him an ultimatum: at most one more month, and after that, he would have to give her all his remaining time. Implying that after a month, he would have to end all relationships with other women. How could this be?
If he refused her now, such a good girl like Wu Mengting would definitely leave him, and he couldn’t bear that.
"A month is too short. I’m feeling pretty good now, and I think I can live for at least another year or two. Why don’t you give me another half year?"
Chen Feng said, trying to negotiate.
Wu Mengting was instantly amused and scoffed, "It seems I don’t mean as much to you as other women do. If that’s the case, there’s no point in me staying by your side. I might as well say goodbye now and disappear from your life forever."
Chen Feng was frightened and quickly said, "Don’t say things like disappearing or not. Your position in my heart is not comparable to any other woman. I know your love for me is pure, not because of my wealth or status, but just because of me as a person. In this aspect, Little Rui, Yu Jiao, and even Guo Mengyao can’t compare to you. If possible, I would choose to be with you for a lifetime. But because of my illness..."
"I’ve already said I don’t care about your illness, yet you keep bringing it up." Wu Mengting said angrily, "Even if I married you today and you died tomorrow, I wouldn’t regret it."
That statement... felt like a jinx!
Chen Feng grimaced, saying with a bitter smile, "It’s impossible for us to get married unless my illness is cured. Otherwise, it’s irresponsible to you and myself. How about this, I’ll listen to you, and we’ll agree on a deadline. But a month is too short, a year sounds more reasonable. If I’m still alive after a year, I’ll let you be my rightful girlfriend."
"A year!? Absolutely not!" Wu Mengting shook her head, her tone firm, "Just one month. I’ve been quite lenient with you, brother. If you truly care a little about me and love me, after another month, be with me properly. No matter what happens in the future, I’ll stay by your side until the end."
Chen Feng felt both moved and helpless as he listened, saying with a bitter smile, "I really feel my body is fine now. Those doctors said I might only live for a few months, but now I’ve survived over half a year and still feel good. I think those doctors misdiagnosed me, or a miracle happened. However, for safety’s sake, checking again in a year is best. That’s why I suggested waiting a year."
Hearing this, Wu Mengting’s heart skipped a beat and she immediately suggested, "How about we go to the provincial hospital now and consult the best doctor for a re-examination?"
Chen Feng immediately shook his head in refusal, "I’d rather not. I’ve already been through several blows; I don’t trust hospital doctors’ diagnoses now, only my own feelings."
After thinking for a moment, Wu Mengting said, "If this re-examination goes well, I might extend the deadline appropriately. Otherwise, as I said, a maximum of one month. If not, I’ll truly be disappointed in you and disappear from your life completely. You won’t find me again."
Chen Feng felt distressed immediately. He couldn’t help but care for her, not just because of her beauty, but also because he felt she genuinely cared for him and loved him purely.
A woman like that, a man might not meet even one in his lifetime, so he naturally had to cherish her immensely.
Under Wu Mengting’s intense gaze, Chen Feng finally agreed.
Wu Mengting was quick to act, saying this as she grabbed Chen Feng’s hand and headed out.
Chen Feng could only dejectedly be led by her to the provincial hospital, using special channels, and after a complete set of examinations lasting more than an hour, they received the report. The result, of course, wasn’t much different from the time Chen Feng went for a check-up alone.
Although the brain tumor still existed, its size had reduced slightly compared to when it was first discovered, and various malignant values detected had decreased a bit.
Without previous medical records for comparison, such a report would undoubtedly be bad news, but comparing them, it’s clearly good news.
Even the specialist doctor handling this case was quite surprised when seeing his previous medical records on the computer. Typically, someone in Chen Feng’s condition would no longer be alive.
But the reality was that Chen Feng, a late-stage brain cancer patient who not only isn’t dead after more than half a year but also has been living well. Conservatively estimating, he might live for another year or two.
This could only be described as a miracle!
The treating doctor was extremely interested in Chen Feng’s signs of recovery and wanted to conduct a more in-depth examination and tracking observation, but Chen Feng directly refused.
Feeling great coming out of the hospital, Wu Mengting felt elated, and Chen Feng felt good as well. After all, the results of this check-up were slightly better than the last time he checked on his own, indicating his body was continuously improving.
"I never believed in miracles before, but now I do. I believe you can definitely recover. But, seriously, how did this happen? You really didn’t take any special medicine?"
On the way back, Wu Mengting was both happy and curious.
"If there was such special medicine, do you think so many cancer patients would be unaware?"
Chen Feng first denied the existence of special medicine, then earnestly rambled, "I think my recovery has a lot to do with changes in my mentality and mood. Before discovering the incurable illness, my lifestyle, mentality, and mood were all poor, life was unhappy, with divorce and unemployment coinciding. Later on, my luck changed, winning the lottery, getting romantic luck, becoming wealthy, having women, and then gaining a house and store, all my mentality and mood shifted positively, naturally potentially affecting my illness."
Surprisingly, his reasoning seemed to make some sense, Wu Mengting listened with skepticism.
"So, for my health and also as a responsibility to you, I think extending my deadline for another year is just right. What do you think?"
"I don’t agree." Wu Mengting rolled her eyes at him, "What you said is just your personal guess, it doesn’t count."