Jiu Ye, your little ancestor doesn't want to take responsibility

"Sister, what's wrong with you?" Tang Qianyu was a little uneasy. Su Ning'er's expression was obviously not right.

Everyone looked over.

Mu Zheng asked with concern: "Are you feeling unwell? You've been so busy lately, you should make sure to rest."

Su Ning'er's face turned even paler.

"A Zheng, are you sure it was Madam Gong who vomited blood?"

Mu Zheng was stunned:

"It should be her, what's wrong with you?"

Su Ning'er did not answer, her eyes full of worry.

Mrs. Gong has such a strong character and such a strong heart, how could she vomit blood because of a quarrel with her son?

Su Ning'er didn't believe it.

But Gong Shenzhi vomited blood.

I was mad at her.

It was when he found her and asked her if he had accepted money from Mrs. Gong, and she wanted to break up with him.

So over the years, every time she met Gong Shenzhi, no matter how excessive he was or how he humiliated her, she would remember the way he vomited blood, and subconsciously feel that she deserved everything because she owed him.

"I, I'm going out to make a phone call." Su Ning'er took her cell phone and hurried out.

Lu Tian was incredulous and asked, "Sister Ning, do you care so much about Madam Gong?"

Tang Qianyu shook her head:

"Impossible, my sister wouldn't care about her."

The last time Madam Gong went too far in the Jade Residence, Tang Qianyu saw it with her own eyes.

There was some doubt in Mu Zheng's eyes, but she didn't say much and quickly changed the subject:

"There's a new beauty salon that's opened on Chaoyang Road. If anyone has time to go with me, I'll treat her to a few purchases."

Lu Tian immediately raised his hand:

"I, I have the most free time."

Among these people, Lu Tian is indeed the most idle.

Su Ning'er originally wanted to call Gong Shenzhi, but after looking through the address book, she found that his number was not there.

She could only call Su Yiming.

Su Yiming answered the phone after a while, his voice full of surprise:

"Miss Su? Oh my god, Miss Su, did you call because you heard something?"

Hearing Su Yiming say this, Su Ning'er's heart sank.

"Assistant Su, is something wrong with him?"

Su Yiming quickly said:

"Miss Su, I'm in the hospital now. If you're free, could you come over and I'll talk to you in person?"

Su Ning'er: "Send me the location."

Half an hour later, Su Ning'er met Su Yiming in the hospital.

Seeing Su Yiming's expression, Su Ning'er was stunned for a moment.

Su Yiming, who usually looks like an elite, has a really bad image, not only because of his unkempt appearance.

His suit was wrinkled, his beard looked unshaved, he had dark circles under his eyes, and he looked like he hadn't slept well in several days.

Su Ning'er didn't even dare to recognize him.

"Assistant Su, what happened?"

Su Yiming rubbed his face. Now that Su Ning'er was here, he was no longer in a hurry.

Pointing to the chair under the hospital pavilion, he said, "Miss Su, let's sit for a while. I'll tell you slowly."

Su Ning'er: "..."

In fact, Su Yiming didn't know where to start.

Just as he was organizing his words, he heard Su Ning'er say directly:

"Is Gong Shenzhi's stomach problem serious? Is he vomiting blood? What did the doctor say?"

Su Yiming stopped worrying about it:

"The doctor said I need surgery as soon as possible. I'm currently in the early stages of stomach cancer."

It is hard to say when it will become mid-term.

Su Ning'er's face suddenly turned pale.

What ordinary people fear most is getting sick and hearing the word "cancer".

Gong Shenzhi is only in his thirties, why is he linked to cancer?

"Has it been confirmed? Could it be that the examination was wrong? He is still so young." As Su Ning'er spoke, tears immediately fell.