Meng Yunhan had just finished a quick shower when she saw Yun Hao sitting there, seemingly lost in thought.
She couldn't help but blurt out with concern, "What's wrong?"
Yun Hao turned around to find his wife and his expression softened, "I just called Xiaomen. We siblings plan to share the medical expenses equally."
"I think it's more than just sharing expenses. Is there something else?"
Yun Hao wanted to hold his wife in his arms, but remembering he hadn't showered since returning and was still smelly, he said, "You should rest. I'm going to take a shower. Xiaomen and the others will be in Kyoto in a couple of days."
Meng Yunhan had no objections, of course.
This cancer depends on what type it is; in today's medicine, some cancers are already a death sentence.
Even with treatment, one can only wait for death.
It was just like her experience; with late-stage cancer, it was truly just waiting for death.
