Xu Guilan stiffened for a moment, then immediately kowtowed, "Mr. Rong, I've come to plead with you, please cure me!"
During the day, she was taken for tests, and the doctor's lab work was expedited. By evening, the results were out,
exactly as Rong Yan had described.
But when she asked the doctor if she could still be cured, the doctor said it was too late; there was no way.
Madam Rong was very angry, "We're not treating her."
"Mr. Rong, I beg you, I'm a hard-luck woman, I can't go without having children, otherwise my life is over. Moreover, you're a woman too, you should understand how I feel. How can a woman not have children?"
The corners of Rong Yan's lips curled into a cold smile.
"Well, I'm truly sorry, but although I am a woman, I cannot truly empathize with you. Please leave, for I cannot cure someone who has reneged on their word and caused trouble at my home. Your moral blackmail is useless on me."
