Chapter 877 Support

"Over the years, my mother has been in contact with the orphanage. Every month she would call the director to ask if there was any news about my biological parents. So my mother was very happy that I could find my biological parents."

Xie Qingyan's nose felt sore, and she squatted down and held Xin's mother's hand: "Sister Xin, I'm sorry, I was judging you by my own standards."

Xin's mother quickly shook her head.

"Thank you for not only treating Xin Yang like your own son, but also for your selfless love in helping him find his family. I heard from Xin Yang that your husband passed away many years ago, and now you and Xin Yang are the only ones who depend on each other. If you don't mind, you will be my sister from now on, and how about we live together? We have a big family, mostly boys, and each of them is a black-hearted bean paste bun, not a soft-dough steamed bun. If you meet any blind people again in the future, my sons will be your sons. They will help you vent your anger and provide for you in your old age."

Xin's mother was stunned. She had never expected that Xin Yang's biological mother would come up with such a suggestion. For a moment, she was unable to react.

"Mom, will you agree? My family is well off. Mom said she can arrange a separate place for us to live in her home so that I can live with you."

Looking at her son's expectant eyes, what else could Xin's mother disagree with?

Nod quickly.

The family talked happily for a long time. Xie Qingyan was a talkative person. Even if Xin's mother couldn't speak, she could still chatter.

Xin Yang saw his two mothers chatting, so he wanted to call Jing Qian out to ask about his mother's situation.

Mother Xin glanced at Xin Yang out of the corner of her eye, and knew that he was going to say something behind her back that she couldn't hear, so her eyes flashed.

Jing Qian saw Xin's mother's expression and smiled, "Brother, let's talk about it right here. This operation was very successful. If Auntie takes good care of herself, she will have no problem living another thirty or forty years. So there's nothing I can't answer in front of Auntie."

Mother Xin glared at Jing Qian, a little bit unconvinced by what she said.

After all, her five-year survival rate is only 5%. After the operation, she will basically have to count her days.

Now, not only does she not need chemotherapy, she is also told that she can live for thirty or forty years. Not to mention Xin's mother, even the Di family finds it fantastic.

Especially Xie Qingyan, she was still thinking about how Xin's mother had raised her son for so many years, and how she should make her happy in the remaining days of her life.

When I suddenly heard about thirty or forty years, the haze in my heart instantly dissipated.

"Little darling, hurry up and tell us why it's 30 or 40 years. Isn't it said that the 5-year survival rate for this disease is extremely low?"

Jing Qian said, "The five-year survival rate is low, partly because the specialists' skills are limited. Generally, it's impossible to completely remove a tumor that's already 3 centimeters in size without touching important blood vessels in the brain. Because it can't be completely removed, the damaged tumor will quickly begin to fight back, growing even larger than before, and then compressing brain cells, ultimately leading to death.

Even if the brain tumor doesn't grow too quickly, those that metastasize to the lymph nodes will quickly erode various organs in the body. For example, my aunt had 13 tumors of varying sizes in her lungs, liver, and lymph nodes.

When everyone heard this, they took a deep breath.

(End of this chapter)