"If you weren't involved, people wouldn't be making baseless claims. Setting Zhenzhen aside, why would Qiuhe lie and frame you? That's enough, don't explain anymore." Grandpa Jiang didn't want to listen to Jiang Xiumei's defense for herself; he was truly exhausted and just wanted to lie down for a while. However, Jiang Xiumei dared not let go of his hand, "Dad, the surgery."
"Enough, the surgery has been arranged. But what I said just now wasn't a lie; even if the surgery is performed, there's only a 20% chance of recovery. You shouldn't hold out too much hope."
After finishing, Grandpa Jiang lay down on the neighboring bed in the ward, which was a room for two patients, and the bed next to him was currently empty. He himself barely qualified as a patient, so he just lay down.
With the atmosphere having turned out this way, none of the Jiang Family members left in the ward spoke.