Jiang Yuzhu picked up the medical supplies in the ward and began treating her own wounds from the shattered glass.
Her moves were professional and adept, surviving the sight of her own wounds without wavering.
After treating her wounds, she swept aside the nearby fragments of glass for the cleaners to clean up, to prevent others from getting injured.
As she cleaned, she looked up at Ya Zeqing, her eyes full of determination.
"Ya Zeqing, I hope you can listen to what I have to say."
The voice of Jiang Yuzhu was steady as she picked up Ya Zeqing's medical record again, and began to explain his condition in detail.
"According to your medical records, your bone cancer has advanced to the middle and late stages. I've performed many similar surgeries and treatments here, and I can responsibly tell you that if you don't accept treatment, your body will be completely eroded by cancer in less than ten months."
Jiang Yuzhu's words were solemn.