Once her daughter calmed down, Zhang Manhua pulled her into the living room and took a
piece of cloth to wipe the latter's tear-stained face, just like what she would do before.
"Actually, I'm still lucky because my stomach cancer is discovered while it's still at mid stage and not at late stage." She smiled comfortingly as she continued to wipe her daughter's wet face.
Seeing the calm smile on her mother's face, Pei Ge's nose began to scrunch up in sorrow once more.
"Mom, what did the doctor say? Is it curable?" she asked anxiously.
She was rarely sick and hardly went to the hospital, so she was not knowledgeable about some sicknesses. Even so, she was aware of how scary cancer could be.
The main point was that cancer could be incurable or even terminal.
Hence, she was scared for her mother who was diagnosed with gastric cancer.
"This…" Zhang Manhua's smile faded slightly at her words.
