Meng Chaojun only felt a sudden buzzing in his head, followed by a dull pain in his chest.
Although Old Meng had been the one to tell him directly, they actually knew very little about brain tumors. When Old Meng told him, his tone was very calm and forceful.
"They say there's a tumor growing in your brain, but fortunately it was discovered early! From now on, you must maintain a calm attitude, cooperate with the doctor's treatment properly, take medication when you should, undergo surgery if needed, and strive to recover soon!"
It was just like the meetings he had attended under his father's command.
That calm tone allowed him to hold himself together well; he didn't feel it was a particularly hopeless situation.
But now, Duan Qingqing with her voice shaking with shock and her words ice-cold, shattered all his composure.
"Qingie, what, what did you say?"
Why was she so sure that he couldn't be cured?
Couldn't be cured—what does that mean? Was it to say he was going to die?
