"What, what did you say? You said he only has three months to live?"
The doctor sighed helplessly and left.
Meng Yan was completely bewildered. He stared blankly at the person being wheeled out from inside, utterly at a loss as to whether the doctor's words were true. He had never imagined that Rong Lan only had three months left. If that were the case, why did he still volunteer to join the movie shoot instead of resting well at home?
"Was it for Qin Miaomiao? Did you agree to shoot the film for her company just to see her one last time, was that it, Rong Lan?" Meng Yan murmured to himself as he sat by the bedside, staring at the man wearing a respiratory mask.
