Among those present who could make a decision, Zhu Fanzhong's wife, a quintessential countryside woman, was reserved and ineloquent. She had never been the one to manage family affairs. At this moment, she simply held her daughter's hand, her expression worried and somber, her gaze shifting between her husband and her daughter.
Zhu Fanmin, whether as the eldest brother or as the Secretary, had the right to offer suggestions but not to make decisions. Now, with his niece's life on the line, he didn't even venture a suggestion.
Zhu Fanzhong felt extremely melancholic, torn between two difficult choices.
If he chose chemotherapy, he feared missing the opportunity for traditional Chinese medicine treatment; if he chose traditional Chinese medicine, he worried the window for chemotherapy would pass.
"President Du, I want to ask, can my child undergo chemotherapy while continuing to take your medicine?"
If he couldn't choose one, should he just opt for both?
