Su Shijie was a man of integrity. He deposited one hundred thousand yuan in the hospital.
However, this money was still far from enough, and An An couldn't wait much longer.
When would that bastard, Zhuo Junyue, return?
Su Shijie hung up the phone and decided to take a risk.
In the sickroom, An An lay on the bed with several tubes inserted into her body. Wearing an oxygen mask, she looked even weaker.
Su Ningyan held her hand, finding that An An is even thinner than she was three years ago.
Dialysis was a painful process.
For a little princess who would cry half a day just from a needle prick, it was truly a torment.
In the beginning, An An would cry earth-shatteringly each time she underwent treatment.
Later on, it seemed like she slowly accepted her illness and would cooperate with the doctors quietly.
In the past, An An would tell her, "Mummy, it hurts so much."
Su Ningyan felt as if her heart was being sliced.
