Jiang Lijuan had lost a lot of weight, half-leaning on the bed wearing a hat, obviously to cover her already shorn hair.
Wen Jianghe was feeding her soup.
Long-term chemotherapy and radiotherapy had affected her organs to varying degrees, and she couldn't absorb much no matter how nutritious the food was.
Seeing her son come over, Jiang Lijuan was startled and quickly frowned, scolding, "Why aren't you resting properly? What are you running around for?"
Then she looked at Mu Wanqing, who was pushing the wheelchair, with the same blame, "His wound hasn't fully healed; why are you letting him?"
Before Mu Wanqing could speak, Wen Zhan had already defended, "I insisted on coming; she couldn't stop me."
Mu Wanqing raised her eyebrows slightly, saying nothing.
When the wheelchair reached the bedside, Wen Zhan looked at his mother's increasingly haggard face, feeling more and more upset: "Mom, how are you? Maybe... let Daddy take you abroad for treatment again."