Watching Zheng Haoyu eat a few slices of apple, Su Nian tidied up her computer and documents, "You should get some rest, I'm leaving."
Poor Young Master Zheng didn't even have time to say anything before Su Nian's figure had already disappeared from the ward. Holding a plate of apples, Young Master Zheng was speechless with emotion.
Not long after, the door of the ward was opened again, and the doctor and nurse walked in once more. Zheng Haoyu quickly put the fruit plate on the bedside table, as the doctor took the lab results from the nurse and placed them in front of Zheng Haoyu one by one, "Young Master Zheng, your condition is quite serious."
Zheng Haoyu's heart sank a little, "What exactly is my condition?"
"Your stomach disease has transformed into cancer." The doctor pointed to one of the lab reports, saying to Zheng Haoyu.
"What did you say?" Zheng Haoyu looked up in disbelief.
