Zhang Shaowu had a calm expression, and his emotions were also very composed, speaking as if... it was someone else who got cancer.
Song Mingguang took the teacup handed over by the other party and for a moment didn't know what else to ask.
He had just been released from prison, only to be diagnosed with cancer.
The village chief who came along was full of astonishment. He didn't know that Zhang Shaowu had cancer.
"Seventh... can this... still be treated?"
Yumin Village was already small, with only two or three hundred households when all the natural villages were combined.
The village chief was very familiar with the villagers.
When Zhang Shaowu was arrested and imprisoned, the village helped his family a lot.
Hearing the village chief's question, Zhang Shaowu's lips curled slightly, seeming to smile.
"It's untreatable, the doctor said just to go home and wait."
"Besides, luckily it's incurable, otherwise, I wouldn't have the money for treatment anyway."
