Zhao Wenhua's heart turned cold.
How could he have such a thought?
His wife had just been diagnosed with lung cancer, but he was worried that he did not know the password to the passbook ...
Zhao Wenhua let out a long sigh and suppressed the anxiety in his heart. He asked,""When was the last time you ate and drank?"
"Four hours ago," Zhao Wenhua's cousin said.
"Go back immediately and tell Xiaojuan not to eat or drink." "Do a diagnosis in the afternoon," Zhao Wenhua said.
"What's a diagnostic treatment?" Zhao Wenhua's distant cousin asked.
"Don't f * cking care about it. Hurry up and go back. Don't drink a mouthful of water now. If you do, you'll have to wait until tomorrow." In the end, Zhao Wenhua directly cursed and said impatiently.
"Alright," His cousin could tell the difference between the two. Seeing that Zhao Wenhua was upset, he immediately ran back.
What did I say?! Zhao Wenhua sighed.
