Getting the doctor's reply, my mood became even heavier.

As I opened the door to go out, my husband was waiting at the door, looking down at his phone with slight dark circles under his eyes, showing no signs of late-stage cancer at all.

I tried to force a smile, "What are you looking at so seriously?"

Sun Wenle looked up at me and smiled, "It's nothing, just replying to a message. I picked up your report, and there's nothing wrong with your health."

I glanced at him, still unable to bring myself to say such cruel words.

The doctor told me these things in secret, fearing that the patient couldn't bear the blow.

I held his hand, "Your body is also great."

Even if it's late-stage, I will do my best to save him.

The doctor just said that some lucky ones can live for over thirty years.

If we work hard, maybe we can live even longer.

It's just very difficult to cure, with a cost of three hundred thousand, which is not a small amount, and we still have to figure out a way to raise the money.