"Yaoyao, say a few less words!" Chen Jinlong finally stood up, pulled his daughter's arm, then turned to his wife, just about to calm her down.
Zhou Hui stared at Chen Yao with an exceptionally resolute voice: "I won't treat this illness! Anyway, living is just suffering! Rest assured, I won't drag any of you down!"
"Mom!" Zhang Yan couldn't listen any longer and stepped forward to grab her mother's hand.
Her voice was choked yet unusually clear: "I will take care of you, and I'll find a way to pay for the targeted medicine."
Zhou Hui seemed to be stabbed, "Mom won't treat it! Can't you understand? I have only a few years left to live! Why waste this money!"
Zhang Yan wiped her tears, unprecedentedly stubborn: "We must try, otherwise I will regret and blame myself for a lifetime."
Seeing her daughter's eyes, Zhou Hui stood dumbfounded, tears streaming down her face, for a moment not knowing what to say.
An indescribable guilt and sorrow surged in her heart.
