Xiaoxiao knew that her husband's mood wouldn't be much better than hers, but he still comforted her, so she couldn't worry him anymore.
Although she knew the medical conditions here were poor and the hope of recovery was slim, she still pretended to be invigorated.
Moreover, she was still young and had a long life ahead of her, perhaps a miracle could happen, she couldn't just give up.
"Husband, I'm fine, don't worry about me."
Yang Ming embraced his wife, stroking her head and spoke softly, "Yes, don't worry, I'm here for everything."
"Xiaoxiao, how are you? What did the doctor say?" Xiaoxiao's mother said as she entered the room, only to be met with the eye-catching sight of the couple embracing.
Xiaoxiao's mother suddenly felt a bit embarrassed, just about to leave when her daughter called out, "Mom, it's nothing serious, just need a prescription, and then to pick up the medicine."
