Zhang Lingchuan's next words felt like a tape sealing everyone's lips shut.
"Breast, breast cancer—"
The male students stared dumbfounded, while the female students instinctively touched their chests, too frightened to speak.
At the same time, they glanced at Zhenzhen with inexplicable sympathy, feeling deeply emotional.
You know, breast cancer is a very malignant cancer, and if severe, it may require a mastectomy.
For a girl with an impressive figure, this would be worse than death.
"I, I, breast, breast cancer! Does that mean I need a mastectomy!!!"
Xu Yuzhen's face turned pale as paper.
Her eyes even showed more despair than before.
"Whether it truly is, still needs a hospital to confirm. If it really is, there's a high probability it's still in the early stage. As long as you follow medical advice for tests and actively intervene, there's a good chance of recovery, and your breast can certainly be preserved without needing removal."
