You are confined to bed by your illness. You know how much it hurts your husband, to see you so weak. Every day new doctors come to your room to examine you. He doesn't want to see that your illness is incurable. He himself reads books about your illness and comes every day with new teas or herbs that are supposed to make your life a little more pleasant. Even if none of it works, he still hopes and despite all the stress he has as the leader of a mafia, he keeps looking for a cure.