So, when Yan Xiaye and Li Yuntang reached the door of the hospital room, what they heard was exactly this last sentence.
Yan Xiaye's slender fingers rested on the doorknob, the well-prepared excuses she had brought all the way here suddenly became difficult to utter, and she hesitated, not ready to face Mother Yan.
Given Mother Yan's age, she was far from ready to face death with equanimity,
Moreover, considering the way Mother Yan had treated her recently, she felt her mother was probably just reluctant to have Yan Shuirou donate organs and was actually quietly placing her hopes on her less favored daughter.
In fact, no matter how Mother Yan had treated her before, if she had been lucky enough to be a successful match, she indeed wouldn't have hesitated.
But...
Li Yuntang, who stood quietly beside Yan Xiaye for a moment, glanced sideways at her, his palm running a fever covering her ice-cold hand, and opened the door for her.