Zhao Pingting immediately pulled open the curtain and went to ask the patient in the ward.
Hearing what Zhao Pingting said, an old man surnamed Xue raised his hand. “Young lady, I want to try.”
“I won’t try,”said the middle-aged woman who lived in the bed next to Zhao Pingting.
She was only in her fifties this year.
She did not want to die early.
Ye Zhuo looked too young. She could not believe ye Zhuo.
“I don’t want to try anymore either.”Seeing the middle-aged woman say that she did not want to try anymore, the young woman who lived in the hospital bed in the innermost part of the room shook her head.
Because of the chemotherapy, all her hair had fallen out.
Her face was very weak.
Even so, she still wanted to survive.
She still had an eight-year-old daughter waiting for her to return.
“Young lady, Count me in. I want to try too,”said the woman on the hospital bed to Zhao Pingting’s right.
The woman looked very thin.