Jiyoung stared at his own hands while he waited for the doctor to report his parents about his conditions. "Jiyoung, be strong. I know you'll survive, I know you'll be alright." his Umma said, tears were in her eyes. He painted a small, sad smile, and continued to stare at his hands again.

"I'm sorry. We, as doctors, have done our best." No.

"You only have one months left to live." No.

His mom cried hysterically then fainted.

His shocked father tried to get hold of her.

But Jiyoung, he could only stare at his hands.

It can't be helped.