"Can my mom be cured?"
Lan Tingyi asked.
"You can go back and recuperate well, there won't be any problem."
The nurse's comforting words stabbed Zhao Xiumei deeply.
"No, no, no! I won't be discharged, I want to treat my illness! I'm sick, I don't want to die, I can still be saved!"
Zhao Xiumei's strong will to live gripped the nurse tightly.
"Old lady, let go first! Go back and recuperate well. Your family members settled the discharge procedures already, right? Don't waste time here, we have other patients who need hospital beds."
The nurse swung Zhao Xiumei's hand away and walked out.
Zhao Xiumei was at a loss. She felt hopeless and broke down into tears.
"Grandma, let's get discharged."
Lan Anran was anxious to pack Zhao Xiumei's things.
"You brat! I'm not leaving the hospital! Are you hoping I'll die?"
Zhao Xiumei took advantage of Lan Anran's lowered head and kicked her.
