Wan Donglin's mother arrived at the hospital first, accompanied by two assistants. She was tall, and the hardships of her early years had etched a stern expression onto her face. Upon entering, unlike other mothers who might wail and cry, she simply wore a tense expression. "Donglin, what's happened to you?"
Wan Donglin sat up in bed, leaning against the headboard. His face was full of smiles, but his breathing was somewhat weak. "Honored Lady Daqing, you've finally come."
Wan Donglin's mother, Liu Daqing, glared at her son. "Be serious. Show me the medical report."
As she read the medical report, her hands trembled slightly—a reaction even the calmest person might have. A deep sorrow washed over her stern face, seeming to instantly etch more wrinkles onto her forehead. She looked at her son in bewilderment, utterly thunderstruck.
"How could this be? Donglin, how could this possibly be? Haven't you always been perfectly fine? Why would you suddenly contract such a disease?"
