"I'm fine, don't bother you."

Lin Yihua stared at her and asked suspiciously, "Are you really okay?" ”

As soon as Yang Shumei's hand left the body, the whole person fell down.

"Mrs. Ann?"

When Lin Yihua and his assistant sent Yang Shumei to the hospital, An Deyang had already rushed over.

Looking at each other, the man's gaze did not linger on her for long, "Thank you." ”

The three of them appeared here at the same time, and seeing him so nervous about the woman in the ward, Lin Yihua felt a little tightness in his chest and staggered his gaze: "It's okay, it seems that your wife hurts a lot...... You go in and see her,"

……

"Mr. An, it's pancreatic cancer, and Mrs. An's condition is at an advanced stage."

Hearing this, the man's face was stunned: "Pancreatic cancer? ”

Pancreatic cancer is a dangerous disease, with a short survival period and a very high mortality rate.

With Yang Shumei's current physical condition, even if she has an excision, it will only be a year.

The doctor's expression paused, as if he was brewing an acceptable word: "Although Mrs. An has often had physical examinations before, the location of the pancreas is very deep, and the current medical equipment lacks screening methods, so it is difficult to detect it early, and Mrs. An's body has not been unwell......." ”

An Deyang interrupted him: "Enough, I'll listen to the results." ”

"Pancreatic cancer is too aggressive, and Mrs. An needs to have immediate resection surgery, and then add traditional Chinese medicine to recuperate...... Survival may be extended to 18 months. ”

The man closed his eyes and pondered for a long time, and his voice was a little hoarse: "When is the operation?" ”

"The sooner the better."

Lin Yihua stood behind him and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't know, she was so sick." ”

"I'll go see her."

When the man passed by, Lin Yihua turned around and stopped him: "She came to me for you." ”

"I see."

Yang Shumei was lying on the bed, looking a little anxious: "What's wrong with me, why does my stomach hurt so much." ”

"Shumei."

An Deyang walked to the bed and pressed her: "What's wrong with you, you're not feeling well?" ”

An Deyang had never cared so much about her, and when she heard this, Yang Shumei looked stunned and grabbed his arm: "Husband, I'm fine...... I, I went to Lin Yihua behind your back today. ”

Hearing this, the man sat down beside her: "I know." ”

"Will you blame me?" Yang Shumei looked at him and asked.

"I understand your intentions."

"Husband, Lin Yihua is Gu Tingyuan's ex-girlfriend, let's not provoke such a woman...... In case in the future, Gu Tingyuan blames it, it will not be good for us. ”

For so many years, she has always liked to climb high and step low, but she has never done it for herself.

An Deyang didn't understand her intentions, and said: "Okay, I know, you have a good rest, don't think about it." ”

"Husband, I know you don't like me...... But who do you like, you can't like a woman like Lin Yihua, this woman, she won't settle down. ”

"Okay, I got it."

Lin Yihua stood at the door of the ward, staring at the serious nonsense of the person on the hospital bed, and the man next to him was quite patient, and responded seriously to every sentence.

When she left, she didn't say hello to An Deyang, got up and left silently.

Today's VIP ward in the hospital seems to be particularly lively, Lin Yihua came out of the ward, bumped into Mu Wanyu and Gu Yichen in the corridor, and walked over to this side.

"Why are you here?"

Hearing this, Mu Wanyu glanced up at Gu Yichen, and was a little surprised that Lin Yihua appeared in the hospital.

She turned her head and said to Lin Yihua, "You come with me." ”