She looked at him in disbelief. "Donglin, you can still smile?"
"Why wouldn't I? Lady Daqing, you should know that this illness itself isn't so terrible. It's that many people are scared to death simply by the diagnosis."
Liu Daqing's expression eased slightly. Her son really needs to maintain a positive attitude now, otherwise, this hardship is going to be tough to get through.
"Son, you need to hang in there!"
"Don't worry. When have you ever known your son to be a wimp?"
Just then, the door was pushed open, and a young woman walked in. She was exceptionally graceful and beautiful, with a fashionable air. A thin sheen of sweat covered her face, evidence of her haste and the urgency she felt.
Liu Daqing immediately greeted her, "Zhou Ting, you're here."
Zhou Ting had no time for pleasantries. She looked quickly at Wan Donglin and asked, "Auntie, what's wrong with Donglin?"
