After his wife left, Mr. Ye, who found the pregnancy test form, cried like crazy

Wen Ni sighed in her heart, it was indeed the relationship between grandparents and grandchildren.

When the two children were mentioned, he nodded immediately without hesitation.

The last time she came to the ward, she saw with her own eyes Pharaoh put a piece of paper under the pillow, which might be the physical examination form.

While Ye Nanzhou and Pharaoh were talking about Wen Ruojin, Wen Ni slowed down, walked behind Pharaoh, and put her hand under the pillow.

I touched it but found nothing inside.

I guess the list has been dealt with by Pharaoh, and he really wanted to hide it from everyone.

Wen Ni had to think of other solutions.

Suddenly, Wen Ruojin pursed his lips and burst into tears.

The Pharaoh who was holding her was suddenly at a loss, "Is it the position I reported?"

He changed several positions, but no matter how he held her, Wen Ruojin just kept crying, and her voice was getting louder and louder.

It was Ye Nanzhou who first discovered the problem, "She must be hungry."

"Where's the milk powder? Make the milk quickly. Don't let my granddaughter starve." Pharaoh suddenly became anxious.

Children this young cannot be left hungry, as it is easy for them to get sick.

Ye Nanzhou hurriedly searched his bag, but halfway through he remembered that the last time he took Ruojin out, she got hungry on the way and soaked the milk powder in her bag.

When he got home, he forgot to replenish his milk powder again and he didn't even bring any milk powder with him this time.

If he goes back by himself, it will take a lot of time to go back and forth, so it would be better to take Ruojin home directly.

"I didn't bring the milk powder. I'll take her home to feed her first." Ye Nanzhou picked up Wen Ruojin and kept coaxing her, "Good baby, daddy will take you home to feed her now."

"You all should go back together. You have come to see me for such a long time today. There is no need to waste all your time on me." Pharaoh took the initiative to urge them to go back.

The nurse will come to check on him soon and give him an IV or some medicine.

If they were all there, he was really afraid that the nurse would let the secret slip and then he wouldn't be able to hide it anymore.

"Okay, then we'll go back first." Wen Ni didn't say too much politely.

She held Xingyue's hand, Ye Nanzhou held Wen Ruojin, and they walked out together.

The ward, which was bustling just now, suddenly became deserted.

Halfway through the walk, Wen Ni stopped and said, "Nanzhou, you should take the two children back first. I want to stay."

Since she is here today, she must find out about Pharaoh's physical condition. She doesn't want to delay it any longer.

Many diseases are delayed until they reach the late stage and can no longer be cured.

"Okay, Xingyue, come back with daddy." Ye Nanzhou has already mastered the skill of holding a baby with one hand.

He held his daughter in one hand and his son in the other, and walked out quickly.

As they walked, he told Wen Ruojin, "We'll go home soon. I'll make you some milk powder when we get home. It was Dad's mistake today. Dad promises you that this kind of thing will never happen again."

Wen Ruojin looked at him, and as if she understood, her crying gradually subsided.

Once she was put in the baby seat, she stopped crying and making a fuss.

Xingyue took the initiative to get into the car and sat down. Ye Nanzhou made sure that both children's seat belts were fastened, then stepped on the accelerator and rushed home as fast as possible.

In the hospital, Wen Ni was walking back when she suddenly saw a nurse enter the ward.

She did not follow him in, but stood at the door, from where she could clearly hear what was happening inside the ward.

The nurse pushed the cart to Pharaoh's side, handed him the medicine, and then bent over to give him an IV. "Are you really not considering chemotherapy? These drugs have very limited effects, especially for your current condition."

To put it nicely, it is conservative treatment; to put it bluntly, it is waiting to die.

She really couldn't understand.

"Don't think about it. I'll just take some medicine now." Pharaoh shook his head. "You don't have to persuade me anymore. I'm not senile now. I know what I'm doing."

"Alas." The head nurse sighed, "If you don't want chemotherapy, do you need regular checkups later? Check on the spread of cancer cells."

"It's better to have regular checkups." Pharaoh thought about it and decided that it was still meaningful to have a checkup.

At least he would know exactly when he would die, and he would have time to arrange everything before he died.

The drip was quickly given and the nurse turned and left. She opened the door of the ward and saw Wen Ni standing at the door.

This seemed to be the patient's daughter. At that time, the patient also told them not to tell his daughter about his illness.

This is the patient's wish, and medical staff must respect it.

But who could have imagined that today I would be caught red-handed by someone, and now I can't blame anyone.

The nurse said nothing, pretending not to see Wen Ni, and pushed the cart away.

I'm afraid this time, the patient has to be treated whether he wants to or not.

Wen Ni stood at the door for a while, digesting the information she had just received.

Pharaoh was indeed sick, and very seriously ill, in the advanced stage of cancer. He refused to tell anyone and was unwilling to undergo chemotherapy. This was really true!

She had to change his mind.

Wen Ni pushed the door open and walked in. "Are you sure you don't want chemotherapy?"

"Of course I'm sure. I'm the sick person. Can't I decide whether to accept treatment or not? I know you care about the patient, but there should be a limit to caring for the patient. Don't interfere too much." Pharaoh thought the person who came in was a nurse at first.

But as he was talking, he suddenly realized something was wrong.

The voice just now sounded familiar. It didn't sound like a nurse's, but more like his daughter's.

Wen Ni!

Pharaoh raised his head hastily and looked directly into Wen Ni's eyes.

"I've noticed that something's wrong with you. I asked you about it the last time we talked on the phone, but you refused to say anything. Now I finally understand that you are in the late stage of cancer. What kind of cancer is it?" Wen Ni walked over step by step.

She told Pharaoh: "I just heard it with my own ears. Don't try to hide it from me. You know my character. If I really want to investigate something, I will investigate it thoroughly no matter how difficult it is."

It would be no use even if he hid it from her.

Instead of going around in circles, it’s better to just tell the truth now and say whatever you want to say.

"Wen Ni, you kid." Although Pharaoh spoke in a complaining tone, he felt warm in his heart.

For an elder, the greatest comfort is to be remembered by the younger generation.

His beloved daughter really has him as her father in her heart.

At this point, he didn't want to cause any more trouble for his daughter, so he told her bluntly: "I have advanced liver cancer, which has just been diagnosed. Even if I can get treatment, it won't make much sense. It's better not to get treatment, and live as long as I can."