East Sea People's Hospital.
Inpatient Department.
Li Shuru walked out of the building, her expression haggard.
"When did you come back?"
Jiang Chen, who had driven here, asked with concern.
"Today."
Jiang Chen looked towards the gloomy and oppressive inpatient building.
"How is uncle doing now?"
Li Shuru slowly exhaled.
"Dilated cardiomyopathy."
Jiang Chen, of course, could not understand such a professional medical term and tentatively asked, "Is it serious?"
"Without a heart transplant, he won't make it through the year."
Jiang Chen fell silent.
No wonder there was such a rush to transfer to East Sea, it had already become so serious.
"We've already registered, and we're undergoing heart matching. If there's a suitable heart, we can proceed with a heart transplant."
Jiang Chen did not know how to comfort her at that moment.
"It's not your dad who's sick, why the long face?" Li Shuru even managed a small smile.
