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Zhang Zhao came out of the study and saw that I had just closed the door, looking puzzled. "Why did they leave so quickly?"
"Aren't they here to see you about something?"
I replied lightly, "They've already finished talking."
"Arrange the trip abroad," Zhang Zhao said, still confused. "Abroad?"
I nodded. "Yes, I want to travel to the Maldives."
Zhang Zhao said gently, "Alright, I'll take care of it."
I handed a piece of paper to Zhang Zhao.
"Can you help me check whose license plate number this is?"
Zhang Zhao took the note, glanced at it, and nodded. "Sure."
Zhang Zhao went to arrange the trip abroad.
I returned to my bedroom and gazed out at the scenery, lost in thought.
In my previous life, I underwent cervical surgery, but it failed, and I was resuscitated for a whole day before I recovered.
Later, I spent an entire year recuperating before I could walk again.
At that time, the doctor told me that because it had been delayed for too long, my cyst had become very serious and cancerous, and I had to undergo total resection.
However, I was afraid of excessive bleeding after total resection, so I only opted for a cone biopsy.
I never expected that the cone biopsy would be so dangerous.
Looking back now, perhaps the doctor wanted me to have a total resection but was afraid I would be scared, so he tricked me into having a cone biopsy instead.
But that no longer matters.
In this life, I plan to remove the cyst early on, but I will not undergo total resection.
I have checked; without total resection, I might still be able to have children, and even if I do have total resection, there is no guarantee it won't recur.
So, I plan to go to Xin City for a minor surgery to remove the cyst.
There is a very famous hospital in Xin City where many people from other places go for treatment.
Moreover, the doctors there are very professional and highly skilled. I believe that having surgery there will definitely be safe. Soon, Zhang Zhao returned. "I have made arrangements; we can depart in three days." I nodded. "Thank you for your hard work." Zhang Zhao smiled and said, "No need to be polite with me." "Oh, by the way," he took a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to me. I opened it to find a photocopy of an ID card. I asked in confusion, "Whose is this?" Zhang Zhao replied, "It's the car owner's ID." "I asked a friend in the industry to look into it; the car owner's background is a bit complicated. I've heard he is a rich second generation." "But don't worry, no matter what his identity is, I will make him pay the price!" I nodded and said, "Thank you." Three days later, Zhang Zhao and I boarded a flight abroad. On the plane, I looked at the blue sky outside, feeling very calm. Zhang Zhao held my hand gently and said, "Don't be afraid; I will always be with you." I nodded, "Mm." The surgery went very smoothly; the doctor told me that the technology is very advanced now, and I only needed outpatient cone biopsy. I breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good." The surgery ended after an hour. Zhang Zhao and I stayed in the hospital for a day before being discharged.
We plan to go to the Maldives for a few days and then return home. However, just after we were discharged from the hospital, we received a call from my Stepmother.
“Cece, do you know that Xiao Xin was hit by a car?”
I replied calmly, “I know.”
Stepmother said in a serious tone, “Do you know why you should come back to see him?”
I retorted, “Isn't he just a little scraped? Why should I go see him?”
Stepmother exclaimed angrily, “He is your Nephew!”
“He was hit by a car and almost died, and you don’t care about him at all?”
I coldly responded, “Why should I care about him?”
“He's not my son!”
My mother shouted, “Li Cece, don’t you have any conscience?”
I sneered, “I have no conscience. So what?”
“You…” Stepmother was so furious she couldn't speak.
“Liu Cece, you heartless piece of trash!”
“There’s no money at home to support your education; your brother dropped out of middle school to work so that there’s money for you to go to college!”
I closed my eyes as tears streamed down my cheeks.
“Mom, don’t you feel guilty saying that?”
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