Regardless of whether it was because of emotion or a mission, Xia Ling did not want to accept her fate.
However, the doctor quickly took out the results of the examination.
"tThere is a shadow in the lung. It is confirmed that the cancer has spread. Lung cancer, terminal..."
Mother Zong almost fainted.
Xia Ling held her.
The girl who should have been the one who could not accept reality the most, the girl who was wearing a hospital gown, sat on the hospital bed. Listening to the doctor's compassionate judgment, she gently clenched her hands and grabbed the bedsheet beside her.
*
Then, the doctor left.
She hugged Xia Ling, and mother Zong's tears flowed down her cheeks and wet Xia Ling's shoulders.
"Xiao Li, you...are still so...young, everything has just...started. How could it be like this? How could it be like this... ?"
She repeated it over and over again, her tears could not be stopped, and she was heartbroken.
Perhaps mother Zong had finished shedding Xia Ling's tears.
Xia Ling was sad all over, but she could not shed any tears.
She hugged Mama Zong. "Mom, it's okay. Science is so advanced now, and there are even cases of cancer being cured. Perhaps, I can still be saved?"
As she said this, tears welled up in Mama Zong's eyes again.
Holding Xia Ling's hand tightly, Mama Zong looked at her sadly, her eyes were already red and swollen from crying.
Enduring the pain, Xia Ling comforted her. "It's okay, mom. Even if I'm not here, there are still nine years left. He will take good care of you for me. He is half your son." Xia Ling sighed in her heart as she softly comforted her.
This was not a problem of curing cancer, but, rather, the heavenly axiom wanted her to die. Without the help of the system, she wouldn't be able to survive.
Mother Zong wiped her tears and said, "Nine...nine years...if he knew...he would feel terrible!"
Xia Ling curled her lips. "Then don't let him know. Mom, he can't know."
*
Fu Jiunian finally ended the new energy project.
When he returned home, he found that the servants and dogs were still in the villa. Everything was the way he remembered it.
However, the person he wanted to see the most was not in the villa.
"Did madam go to the library?" Fu Jiunian asked the servant.
The servant shook his head, took a letter from the wine cabinet, and handed it to Fu Jiunian.
Fu Jiunian opened the envelope and saw a familiar handwriting.
"Jiunian, you are always busy with work, and your days are boring. Since you like work so much, let's have a competition. Don't look for me. I'm in a place you can't imagine, and we will follow two projects in a year. If you can surpass me, I will come back. And if I beat you, you will spend three months with me every year!"
"How long has it been since madam came back?" Fu Jiunian gripped the letter with his knuckles. Fu Jiunian's strength was so great that the letter was wrinkled.
"Three months?" the servant asked carefully.
Three months!
In these three months, she hadn't contacted him. Fu Jiunian worked day and night. Often, as soon as he laid down on one side, there would be problems on the other side.
Zong Li didn't contact him. In his heart, Fu Jiunian heaved a sigh of relief.
But now, he only wanted to hammer himself to death!
Zong Li had been away from home for three months, and as her husband, he actually knew nothing about it. How much did he not care about her?
*
Fu Jiunian searched every possible place that Zong Li might have stayed.
The Zong family's villa, the library, and the homes of those friends who were very close to her.
But no one knew where she had gone.
Kneeling in the Zong family's living room, Fu Jiunian pursed his lips tightly and straightened his back. He asked Papa Zong and Mama Zong to tell him Zong Li's whereabouts.