"Thank you." Ye Chuyun nodded and turned to walk into the ward. He leaned against the door of the ward, listened carefully, without footsteps. Ding Yiyi had not gone yet. He knew that maybe she was crying now, maybe she was sad beyond replication, but she could not go out by herself.

"Thank you." Outside the door, he heard her whisper, the man had tears, but he could not restrain the tears, after hearing that thank you.

In the ward, Hai Qingqing and Mo Xiaojun looked silently. They knew why. Just an hour ago, the doctor came to them and said that Hai Qingqing not only had coronary heart disease,...