Wen Nuan stayed in the hospital room with Ye Feimo while Cheng Anya and Ye Sanshao went to handle the paperwork. Cheng Anya was absent-minded the whole way. Ye Feimo's stomach cancer was not a small matter, and it was the only thing that had ever truly scared her.
Some things are beyond human control.
Cheng Anya was distracted and uneasy. Ye Sanshao just held his wife's hand tightly. "Feimo will be fine."
"Did Bai Ye tell you that Feimo's condition wasn't good?" Cheng Anya suddenly asked. Ye Sanshao had been too calm, and for a moment, she hadn't given it much thought. It seemed like he had already expected this to happen.
"Yes. Last year, Bai Ye got Feimo's report from Jiaming. He called me later and told me that the chances of Feimo getting stomach cancer were very high," Ye Sanshao said without hiding anything. "Bai Ye said that in the worst-case scenario, he would have four or five years. I didn't expect it to happen so soon."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
