Xia Liang poured another cup of hot tea and handed it to the man, then sat opposite him, smiling as she spoke.
"Don't worry, take a break, catch your breath, and speak slowly.
Zhao Tielu took the hot tea from Xia Liang's hand, nodded slightly, and began to sip slowly.
After a while, Zhao Tielu's tense and excited emotions gradually eased.
He put down the teacup, looked at Xia Liang and said.
"Doctor Xia, I'm not a good person, it's all my fault that Xiao Jun has esophageal cancer, this cancer, it's all my negligence, all my mistake, but the child is not at fault, the child is innocent, please, you have to help, save him!"
At this moment, Zhao Tielu seemed to have found a backbone in front of Xia Liang, trying to pour out all the words piled up in his heart.
Xia Liang could understand this man's feelings.
After all, anyone faced with such a situation would lose their composure.
