"The doctor said this illness is most likely caused by anger. Zhao Xiaochuan, are you satisfied now? Your family is happy that I'm dead. You always think I'm a thorn in your side. Are you satisfied now?" Xie Dan broke down.

Zhao Xiaochuan hugged his wife tightly. "Wife, it's all my fault. I'm not right. I'm not human. I'm sorry. Let's separate the family now. We'll live on our own. You'll be fine."

"I'm about to die, what's the point of distinguishing? Just stay with your mother and live a life of happiness." Xie Dan pushed Zhao Xiaochuan away and ran away crying.

Zhao Xiaochuan wanted to pursue the matter, but he also wanted to ask the doctor what was going on.

After struggling for a moment, he quickly took his medical records to find the doctor.

"Doctor, is this really cancer?" Zhao Xiaochuan's voice trembled uncontrollably.

The doctor reached out and took the medical record. "Oh, this is the patient. Are you a family member?"

"I am her lover," Zhao Xiaochuan said nervously, his palms sweating.

The doctor took out the X-ray and hung it up, saying, "Look, there's a lump in this location. The borders are unclear, and it has poor mobility. The patient says there's no pain. We need to do a pathological examination. It's not necessarily cancerous, just suspected, but it has characteristics of cancer."

Zhao Xiaochuan's vision went black and black again; he could only see double when he looked at the doctor.

"Don't worry. Even if it's cancerous, if it's detected in time and a surgical removal is performed, it won't affect your life," the doctor reassured you.

Zhao Xiaochuan took a deep breath and said, "Okay, let's do the surgery. As long as the patient can live, we'll remove the part."

The doctor nodded. "You should get a pathological examination done first; it might be benign."

Zhao Xiaochuan mentally analyzed all the gods and Buddhas in the world, concluding that it must be benign, it absolutely must be benign.

"Keep the patient in a good mood and don't put too much pressure on her," the doctor advised.

Zhao Xiaochuan: "Doctor, is this illness caused by anger?"

“Anger may be one of the triggers,” the doctor said cautiously.

Zhao Xiaochuan took the medical record out of the consultation room, leaned against the wall, and slapped himself a few times.

She wiped away her tears and hurriedly went to find Xie Dan.

Zhao Xiaochuan found his father-in-law's house.

The atmosphere at Xie Dan's family home was gloomy and desolate, with Xie's mother sitting beside her daughter, wiping away tears.

Mr. Xie's face was deathly pale, and he stared blankly at the girl.

"Mom and Dad, I'm here," Zhao Xiaochuan greeted them, sat down next to his wife, and took her hand.

"Xiao Chuan," Xie's mother choked up, not knowing what to say.

"Mom and Dad, wife, I just consulted the doctor. We'll do a pathological examination first. It might be benign. Even if it's malignant, it's okay. If it's discovered early, it can be removed and everything will be fine. I'll get better." Zhao Xiaochuan tried hard to suppress the tears welling up in his eyes.

"Really? Is everything alright?" Xie's mother felt like the sky was falling. How old was her daughter? How could she have cancer? If she was going to have it, let her have it. She's lived to be this old; if she's going to die, so be it.

Xie's father also looked at Zhao Xiaochuan.

"Really, I just asked. Everything will be alright, honey. Don't be afraid, I'm here. Everything will be alright," Zhao Xiaochuan said, wiping away Xie Dan's tears.

Xie Dan broke down and leaned on Zhao Xiaochuan's shoulder, sobbing.