"Mr. Ye, don't misunderstand my intention. In my eyes, only by taking care of yourself first do you have the right to worry about others. You understand your physical condition best."
Diwu Zexuan took a deep breath before continuing to speak.
"I came this time with last time's medical report. The report shows that the cancer cells in Mr. Ye's body have almost subsided. If it continues at this rate, the chances of recurrence are less than ten percent. You can rest assured."
"You mean my father's condition has recovered?" Ye Mingmei's pale face suddenly lifted, eyes gleaming with surprise as she looked at Diwu Zexuan.
Ye Zhanxing's health is everyone's concern. The cure rate for cancer is too low. Even if you've regained a life, recurrence is still always possible.
It's like a sword hanging overhead, ready to fall at any moment.
Diwu Zexuan's news now is truly a great blessing!
Compared to her joy, the reactions of Ye Zhanxing and Bai Zheng seemed a bit strange.
