"Spread, what does it mean?" Mei Wenhua's forehead began to sweat.
"It means it's already in the late stage. Surgery won't help, only chemotherapy can be done."
"Then, can chemotherapy cure it?" Mei Wenhua's face was full of longing.
"Sigh, chemotherapy can only extend your life; of course, there's a slight chance a miracle might happen... Mr. Mei, please arrange for hospital admission immediately." The middle-aged doctor shook his head.
"No, this can't be, I don't believe it..." Mei Wenhua felt his world collapse in an instant.
After working so hard for so many years, he finally achieved what he has today. He became the boss of a company; although it's a small company, he's still the leader, earning hundreds of thousands a year.
He was about to marry the woman he liked, only to be told he had cancer, and it's in the late stage...
...
In the hotel, everyone else had left, leaving only Wang Dadong, Zhou Hui, Mo Xiaoxiao, and Zhou Hui's mother.
