Zeng Manjun sat on the edge of the bed, and saw Lin Yushen's solemn face when she came back, she looked at her mother, then quietly exited the ward, and closed the door, looking at Lin Yushen's face, she felt a little uneasy.

The two went to the corner of the stairs at the end of the corridor, Lin Yu sighed, and didn't know how to speak, Zeng Manjun said, "Is it not okay?"

Lin Yushen nodded, "If you don't have chemotherapy, it will take half a month at most, and chemotherapy will only be three months." He said quietly.

Hearing this, Zeng Manjun's tears fell suddenly, she thought that her father might die soon, but she didn't expect it to be so soon, "My dad won't agree to chemotherapy." She cried.

"Then follow Dad's wishes. Lin Yushen put Zeng Manjun's face

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