"Sister Rou, don't worry, I just returned to Zhonghai, and can rush back quickly. First, tell me about Xiao Xiao's condition."
Yang Cheng suddenly stood up, speaking as he walked outside.
"Xiao Xiao is having trouble breathing now, and all her bodily metrics are below normal standards. The doctor says she needs chemotherapy, but you previously said surgery and chemotherapy are not options for her, so I declined."
"Since yesterday, Xiao Xiao hasn't been doing well. She woke up once, said a few words with difficulty, and fell asleep again. Her little face is flushed red, and I feel like she's about to suffocate."
Yang Rou's voice carried a sob. Watching her sister fight the illness tormented her heart deeply; she even wished she were the one on the hospital bed.
"I'll head to the hospital immediately, don't let anyone touch Xiao Xiao."
Yang Cheng said seriously, having already put on his shoes by the time he hung up the phone.
