"O-okay, we understand."
Zhang Yan and Chen Shuangshuang walked out of the consultation room in a daze.
In the corridor, the smell of disinfectant mixed with the oppressive silence.
The group walked out of the oncology department, arriving at the second-floor lobby's rest area.
Zhou Hui looked at her two daughters, who appeared lost and devastated, and felt as though her heart was being torn apart. Forcing herself to speak, she said, "Ayin, you should go to work if you have to. And Shuangshuang, go back to school..."
"Mom! What do you mean by that?" Chen Yao sharply interrupted, "Are you saying my job isn't a real job? I'm still in the probationary period. Since we're all here today, let's just get this matter straightened out, so it doesn't cause trouble in the future!"
Zhang Yan's lips trembled as she looked towards the middle-aged man who had remained silent.
"Uncle Chen, what is your opinion?"
"Dad..." Chen Shuangshuang called out tearfully, full of pleading.
