Chapter 515.1 - Hawking’s Decision (Part One)

Chapter 515: Hawking’s Decision (Part One)

(TL Note: Deepest condolence to Hawkings. This novel was written long before Hawking passed away. Hopefully, he can live a healthy life in this fiction full of happiness and freedom)

– The U.K. –

– At Hawking’s Manor –

His lawyer came in, and after seeing the guardian, he asked, “How’s Stephen doing?”

“He needs someone to keep a close eye on him, his suicidal thoughts are getting stronger and stronger.” The guardian said worriedly, “He insisted on ending the suffering.”

“We can’t let him die, tell him not to give up! He’s the most outstanding physicist right now, no one wants him to end his legacy here,” the lawyer said.

The guardian looked at the depressed man in a wheelchair by the French window, and he said sympathetically, “But legally, for someone that wants to die, we have no right to interfere with his choice of euthanasia.”

“I know, let me go in and talk to him.” The lawyer nodded as he pushed open the glass door and walked in.

Walking up to Hawking’s wheelchair, he squatted down, looked at him, and said, “Just twenty minutes ago, we received a request, it’s about someone offering to cure your illness. It’s Senator Jerry that completely recovered from cancer that wants to talk to you. Do you want to give consent for me to connect the video call?”

Besides a few fingers and his eyeballs that could move, Hawking couldn’t talk nor express emotions through his face.

So, he tapped on his keyboard to express his opinion.

Hawking: “Recovered from cancer? Early-stage?”

The lawyer pushed up his glasses and took out Jerry’s medical examination report, as well as his history battling with cancer.

“Terminal, he was at the terminal-stage, but he was cured. It was a medicine developed by a lab called Mandala in the M Nation. Right now, the lab is short on funds and decided to auction the remaining two doses of this medicine. But, the bidders are still skeptical about the effectiveness of this drug, so to prove that this drug is effective, Senator Jerry wants to video-call you and ask you over to give it a try.”

Hawking didn’t type anymore.

The guardian standing behind the lawyer immediately walked over. “What are you doing? You are his lawyer, and you actually believe in this kind of main street scammer?”

The lawyer sighed and replied, “There’s really no other way, is there? Not even the best team of doctors in the world could do anything. I checked out the documents of this patient, everything checks out; there are no signs of forgery at all. I even contacted his old hospital, and it indeed matches his medical history. They also admitted that they gave up on the patient but the Mandala Lab intervened and cured him. Did you hear that? They spent 5 years developing this drug and there are only two doses left! Of course, I’m not saying we have to go, we will all leave it up to Dr. Hawking to decide.”

Paralyzed in the wheelchair, Hawking’s eyes rolled around, and finally, he began typing on the keyboard.

“Are you sure the recovery wasn’t faked and the medical reports are authentic?”

The lawyer immediately replied, “There’s no way for them to fake this. Right now, the only thing we aren’t sure is, although the medicine cured Jerry’s cancer, would it be able to cure your illness.”

“Let me video-chat with him.” Hawking typed. “Just treat it as my last attempt at life. Right now, I don’t even have the ability to end my own life. Oh well, if this fails, at least I will also be liberated.”

His guardian anxiously said, “Stephen, I’m against you doing this. If you die this way, or died in the M Nation, do you know what will come out from the mouth of the conspiracy theorists?”

Hawking: “Don’t talk politics with me. I’m just a patient looking for help! If you guys really respect me, please respect my decision. Don’t hold me up to the height of a saint. I’m very tired. Right now, I don’t even have the ability to kill myself. This is ridiculous! Don’t stop me anymore, send me over to that auction house.”(