In the evening, Huo Baiyuan awakened from his coma. He slowly opened his eyes and stared at Song Lishu with his dilated pupils, as if he was exploring something.

Song Lishu was overjoyed: "Master, you..."

Before she finished speaking, Huo Baiyuan suddenly sat up from the hospital bed, hugged Song Lishu, and used a lot of strength, as if she was afraid that she would escape from his arms.

Song Lishu was stunned for a while, only feeling flustered.

At this time, she heard Huo Baiyuan shouting in her ear: "Nianwei...Nianwei, don't go..."

Song Lishu was stunned as if he had been hit in the head.

What does the young master call her? Tell her to read Wei?

Song Lishu pushed away Huo Baiyuan with great effort, looked at the man in front of him, and said word by word: "Master, you see clearly, I am not Miss Nianwei."

Huo Baiyuan clung to her hand tightly, as if extremely insecure, stubbornly shouted: "Nianwei, don't go..."

Song Lishu suddenly felt that something was wrong with Huo Baiyuan. Both his expression and behavior were different from usual. When he saw the man's gauze covering his forehead, Song Lishu had a bad feeling.

She asked tentatively, "Master, are you... okay?"

Huo Baiyuan hugged her tightly again, leaning his head on her shoulder, his tone was as if he was begging for something, it sounded pitiful.

"Nianwei, you can't go..."

No way, Song Lishu could only calm Huo Baiyuan's emotions first, and patted him on the back with his hands: "Okay, I won't go."

Huo Baiyuan seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and touched Song Lishu's shoulder affectionately with his head.

Song Lishu pushed Huo Baiyuan's head away, pointed at himself, and asked, "Do you know who you are?"

Huo Baiyuan seemed to be lost in an instant. He looked at Song Lishu with a pair of ignorant eyes. Suddenly, his brows frowned, and then he covered his head with his hands, with a look of pain on his face.

Song Lishu supported Huo Baiyuan's shaky body: "What's the matter?"

Huo Baiyuan shook his head and said dumbly: "I...I don't know."

Song Lishu lowered his head and looked a little embarrassed. He squatted and said, "I...I don't think it is necessary to come over."

Nie Ziyu was taken aback for a moment: "Why is it unnecessary?"

Song Lishu raised his head, looked at Nie Ziyu with serious eyes, and asked, "Can cancer really be cured?"

"Li Shu, how can you think that way?" Nie Ziyu said, "As long as we cooperate with treatment, there is a possibility of recovery. We can't give up hope, can we?"

Song Lishu bit her lip without speaking.

Nie Ziyu continued: "I have helped you formulate a complete set of treatment plans. Let's start with drugs and then chemotherapy later..."

"It's not necessary anymore." Song Lishu looked at Nie Ziyu with a far-fetched smile.

Nie Ziyu was silent for a while, and asked tentatively, "Is it... there is something wrong with the funds?"

After being poked, Song Lishu's face instantly became a little embarrassed: "It's not... I..."

"I'll help you figure out a solution for the funding problem. You only need to receive treatment, okay?" Nie Ziyu said.

Song Lishu hurriedly waved his hand: "No need, no need to trouble Dr. Nie."

"Li Shu, this is not trouble, I..."

Before Nie Ziyu's words were finished, Song Lishu hurriedly interrupted him: "Doctor Nie, I have something to do. Let's go now."

Abandoning these words, Song Lishu rushed out of the hospital.

Standing on the street, Song Lishu clutched his chest and panted.