Forced Pampering: Haughty Husband, Please Restrain Yourself

Chapter 1481: Chapter 1495: There’s Not Much Time Left

But these people don’t look for their own faults, and even when they have money at home, they are unwilling to take it out, putting all the blame on others, and even asking her to plead on their behalf.

An Ran really wants to ask, where do they get the nerve?

”I... I... It’s not like that,” An Youcai bent over in pain, sweat streaming down his forehead.

An Ran frowned slightly as she looked at him. Now, as December approaches, despite Nan’an’s warm weather, everyone is wearing sweaters, and he shouldn’t be sweating so much. She noticed An Youcai’s complexion, a terrifyingly waxy yellow.

”What exactly is wrong with you?” Thinking of the prescriptions from Shengde Hospital, a thought An Ran didn’t want to admit floated in her mind.

After a while, An Youcai straightened up, his eyes filled with endless helplessness. ”Ran, you and Jiajia are the most important daughters in my heart, but Chengcheng is still young, and Xuehui has cared for us, father and son, at home for so many years, she’s already lost the ability to survive in society. In my heart, she’s like your mother; both are women who have given birth to children for me. The fault of the past was mine. I’ve already wronged your mother, and I cannot wrong her again today. I muddled things up. You... Don’t take it to heart, just pretend I was never here,” An Youcai sighed.

”You must take good care of yourself. Although the Shen and Mu Families are illustrious, they are your solid support. However, Young Master Mu’s job is special; enemies are inevitable. Even in Nan’an, the most solid support might not always reach you. When you’re out alone, you must be careful in everything.”

After speaking, without waiting for An Ran to respond, he turned and walked to the side of the road.

An Ran looked at his hunched back until he raised his hand to hail a cab and got in, and then she withdrew her gaze.

She sat in a chair, seeing in front of her the waxy yellow complexion of An Youcai and the sweat streaming down his forehead. Suddenly reminded of something, she got up, pulled out her phone, and called Fang Hui, asking him to pick her up and drive straight to Shengde Hospital.

After coming out of Shengde Hospital, An Ran held the medical record of An Youcai, which the doctor had printed from the computer. The doctor’s words echoed in her ears.

”Late-stage liver cancer, the time left is not much.”

”If properly maintained and coordinated with the medicine from the traditional medicine department, it can have an effect; it should extend to half a year.”

”The patient should not overwork. This disease requires nurturing; overworking will only accelerate the spread of cancer cells.”

...

”Miss An, what’s wrong? Are you ill?”

Fang Hui looked at An Ran’s lost look, then at the Shengde Hospital behind her, and couldn’t help but ask with concern.

An Ran shook her head blankly and got into the car.

”Then... shall I take you back to school?” Fang Hui asked again.

”Back to Longteng Xinyuan,” An Ran said, closing her eyes.

Fang Hui drove while glancing at the girl in the back seat through the rearview mirror. It was the first time he had seen her like this, gloomy and lifeless.

Thinking about how she’d seemed normal when she called him earlier, he knew the issue must be something related to the hospital.

Fang Hui took An Ran to Longteng Xinyuan, watching her enter the building door, still looking listless.

The sky had already turned dark. Usually, when she returned to Longteng Xinyuan at this time, she would first take a turn at the market or supermarket. Even if she didn’t go, she would ask him to help buy some vegetables and ingredients, but not today.

Thinking it over, Fang Hui still felt uneasy. He pulled out his phone and made a call.