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The long-suppressed emotions collapsed all at once at this mont.
A huge sense of bewildernt and fear instantly swallowed her.
She stood dumbfounded in the corner of the bustling first-floor lobby, cold all over.
All the sounds seed to surge towards her like tides, yet felt so distant.
"Sis... Sis."
A sowhat unfamiliar voice, tinged with timidity, sounded beside her ear.
She slowly turned around and saw Chen Shuangshuang standing beside her, not sure when she arrived.
Chen Shuangshuang’s eyes were red. She pointed at the phone in Zhang Yan’s hand and softly reminded, "Your phone has been ringing."
Zhang Yan sluggishly lowered her head to look at her phone screen.
[Tang Song]’s na was flashing.
Like a burning fla, it was so hot she could barely hold the phone.
She quickly snapped back to reality, her nerves taut.
She dared not answer; dared not let him hear her voice at this mont; she didn’t even dare to intersect with him in the slightest.
The call stopped but resud stubbornly after just two or three seconds.
[Tang Song]’s na leaped out again.
"Boom boom boom——"
Zhang Yan’s heartbeat accelerated, as if it would break through her chest.
Eventually, her fingers involuntarily slid over the green answer button.
From the receiver ca Tang Song’s anxious voice, "Zhang Yan? Why haven’t you been answering the phone; are you okay now?"
"I’m... fine..." Zhang Yan bit her lip tightly, using all her strength to squeeze out these few words.
Quickly picking up on the abnormality in her voice, Tang Song directly asked, "Where in Pharmacy University Affiliated First Hospital are you?"
"I... I..."
"Tell !"
"Outpatient building, second floor... lobby."
"Wait there for , don’t move, and don’t hang up!"
The receiver transmitted rapid breathing and wind sounds.
Zhang Yan maintained her phone-gripping posture, her whole being in a state of panic.
He’s coming over? How did he know I’m here?!
A strong, overwhelming urge to flee instantly captured her entire mind.
Just at this mont.
Chen Yao approached her, sowhat impatiently saying, "Zhang Yan, it’s already almost noon. Don’t just daze off here. If you want to go through the admission procedures, do it quickly. I have urgent business at the company to handle this afternoon, and I don’t have much ti to waste here!"
Chen Jinlong stood up and walked over, vaguely saying, "I’ll head back in a bit, pack up your mom’s daily items, and bring them over."
Zhou Hui coughed twice, looking at her daughter’s pale face, gently consoling, "Ayin, why don’t... we go back first..."
Their voices acted as a massive net, fixing Zhang Yan in place.
The wind sound in the receiver continued.
Next, Tang Song’s clear and forceful voice rang out, "There are a lot of people, I can’t see you. Zhang Yan, raise your hand!"
Zhang Yan’s brain hadn’t reacted yet, but her body instinctively made the most natural movent.
"I see you."
"Zhang Yan! Over here!"
The last four words ca from outside the receiver.
Zhang Yan abruptly turned around, looked towards the direction of the voice.
Near the staircase, amidst the bustling crowd.
He wore a dark suit, tailored elegantly, standing tall with slightly disheveled hair yet growing more graceful.
There was a lingering urgency in his expression, his right hand also raised.
He passed through the queue, past anxious families of patients, through curious stares.
Coming towards her.
The surrounding people, all the noise, faded into a blurred, washed-out backdrop the mont he appeared.
His figure drew closer, ever clearer.
Zhang Yan could hear her intense, nearly uncontrollable heartbeat.
Finally, he stopped in front of her.
"Are you okay? Zhang Yan!"
A long, warm hand tightly held her raised hand.
The searing heat flowed continuously from their tightly held palms, instantly dispersing the coldness all over her body.
"Tang Song." Zhang Yan subconsciously called out his na, her eyes shining.
Opposite, Chen Yao widened her mouth in shock, looking at the extraordinary boy who appeared suddenly, a bit unresponsive.
Zhou Hui’s heart skipped a beat, watching the unfamiliar man holding her daughter’s hand.
Chen Shuangshuang’s tear-swollen eyes suddenly brightened.
"I heard from Lulu your mom is hospitalized due to illness? Don’t worry, take your ti to explain, what’s going on?"
Tang Song spoke, his gaze moving to the few around, soon settling on a pale-faced middle-aged woman.
From her features, one could see a faint resemblance to Zhang Yan.
Zhang Yan looked at Tang Song, her lips trembling, tears welling up in her eyes.
Beside her, Chen Shuangshuang summoned her courage, stepped forward with a thick nasal tone and sobs, "Mom... she’s ill... it’s, it’s cancer..."
Then, she detailed the situation she had just heard.
Being smart and mature early, she noticed Tang Song’s deanor and attire were unusual.
Also, considering his relationship with her sister, he may be the only lifeline.
Tang Song’s eyes flickered, his heart shaken.
He knew Zhang Yan’s background, so upon hearing her mother was hospitalized and not answering calls, he was very worried.
Unknown it turned out to be cancer!
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This revolutionary technology, hailed as "the beacon of hope for mankind’s conquest of cancer," targets such hematological tumors as the "special weapons."
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