Jian Xi's heart tightened, a bit flustered.
When can I finally conceive a baby?
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At the Jian residence, Qiao Yonghui pulled a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket and slowly unfolded it.
Liver cancer.
He actually had cancer just like Jian Qing.
Just went for a routine check-up, and it turned out to have such a serious problem!
He raised his hand to touch the location of his liver, and gave a bitter smile. It hasn't started hurting yet, but the doctors said to start treatment as soon as possible.
This would cost a considerable amount.
He has little money now, and can't face asking Xiao Xi for money for the treatment.
What to do?
Wait to die?
Qiao Yonghui crumpled the examination report again, threw it into the drawer, and lay on the bed in a daze.
Death, he had long not feared it.
Just feared that after death, in hell, Jian Wan still would not forgive him…
