"I'm not free to go now, I'll talk about it in a few days." Tang Yu didn't want to go, she was totally out of the mood.
"Your mother is in the hospital."
"Hospital? What's wrong with her? What's not feeling right?" Tang Yu asked.
"Late-stage pancreatic cancer."
After Tang Yu hung up the phone, she hurriedly hailed a taxi and went straight to the hospital.
Sitting in the backseat, she urged the driver to go faster.
She was restless and panicky, with tears silently rolling down.
Pancreatic cancer...pancreatic cancer...and it's late-stage, how could this be...how could it be...
Zhou Qinghua had said the same thing to her on the phone that time.
After she hurried back, Yu Zhaohui acted as if nothing was wrong. Could it be that Zhou Qinghua was spouting nonsense?
Could Ye Xianghua have made a mistake?
She rushed to the ward, her steps halting abruptly; she didn't even dare to open the door.
She heard Ye Xianghua's voice from inside, "You can't go back now."