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The arrival of Zhang Yan startled all three present at the scene.

Chen Yao furrowed her brows, while Chen Jinlong instinctively avoided her gaze.

Zhou Hui’s muddled eyes revealed a hint of uncontrollable panic, "Ayan, why... why are you here? Come up, don’t cry, don’t cry, it’s nothing serious..."

As she spoke, she forcefully helped her daughter up.

Following behind was Chen Shuangshuang, who stood frozen in place, hands and feet cold, muttering to herself: "Cancer... cancer..."

In her understanding, cancer equates to death.

Chen Yao glanced at Zhang Yan, her gaze flickering momentarily before quickly returning to its usual indifference, "Zhang Yan, I originally asked Mom to call you, but since you’re here, that’s perfect."

After a long while, Zhang Yan’s sobbing gradually subsided.

She wiped her face chaotically with her sleeve, her reddened eyes turning to her mother, "Mom, what’s going on?"

Looking at her daughter’s concerned gaze, Zhou Hui opened her mouth but didn’t know what to say.

She owed this daughter too much, really didn’t want her to get involved in such matters, so she had been hiding it from her.

But last Tuesday, a follow-up result came out, knowing she might not live much longer, she couldn’t help but go to her rental apartment to see her.

Chen Yao, however, had no such reservations, directly handed a thick stack of examination reports to her, "Zhang Yan, she’s still your mom after all, you have the right to know. She was diagnosed with lymphoma months ago and has been undergoing frontline treatment ever since. A total of tens of thousands have been spent, I just learned about this."

Zhang Yan took over the stack of reports, her hands trembling.

Panic-stricken, she flipped through it, recognizing every word but unable to make sense of them together.

She really didn’t want to believe or accept this.

"Ayan." Zhou Hui reached out her rough, dry hands to grasp her daughter’s arm, trying to take the reports from her, "It might not be... continuing chemotherapy, maybe, maybe it can be cured."

"Chemotherapy what?" Chen Yao suddenly interrupted, "BR has become resistant! In this situation, only second-line treatment can be pursued!"

Zhang Yan’s gaze instantly froze, nervously asking: "What do you mean?"

Chen Yao seemed unwilling to explain further, saying: "Forget it, I can’t explain to you, lest you think I’m scaring you. You’ll go in yourself and ask the doctor later! Fortunately, last week’s check-up results have just come out, seeing the doctor today will surely provide the most accurate answer."

She too had only recently learned about it, not clear on the specific details inside, only knowing the general situation.

One thing was clear, Zhou Hui’s condition had worsened, even risking transformation, once treatment was required, it would be a bottomless pit.

Hearing this, Zhang Yan bit her lip hard, no longer speaking.

She took out her phone and began to search one by one for those unfamiliar terms on the reports.

Her mind was buzzing, not knowing what she was doing.

Just subconsciously doing so, as though grasping a piece of driftwood, trying not to be overwhelmed by despair.

At some unknown point, Chen Shuangshuang moved closer, hugging Zhou Hui and crying softly.

People came and went, the clinic door opened and closed.

Zhang Yan was there, with her head down, immersed in her own world.

She waited for a full half hour.

The clinic’s voice announcement system clearly called out "Zhou Hui’s" name.

Zhang Yan suddenly lifted her head, immediately pulling her mother’s arm, "Let’s go, Mom, let’s go ask the doctor!"

Zhou Hui looked at her daughter, took a deep breath, and ultimately followed her into the clinic’s door.

Zhang Yan handed the reports to the doctor.

Her tone was filled with undeniable panic, "Doctor, I want to ask again, my mom... what’s her condition now?"

Seeing her in such a state of confusion, the doctor pointed to the PET-CT image on the computer screen.

Patiently explaining: "The patient’s condition is follicular lymphoma (FL) and not responding well to frontline treatment..."

In the professional narrative, Zhang Yan and Chen Shuangshuang gradually understood.

If the frontline BR immunochemotherapy could control it initially, it can indeed allow long-term no recurrence, achieving "clinical cure."

Many patients can even live like normal people.

But unfortunately for mother Zhou Hui, resistance developed during chemotherapy, with a risk of transforming into aggressive lymphoma.

Immediate transition to second-line treatment is necessary.

One option is the R² regimen, which is targeted therapy.

In Zhou Hui’s case, if no transformation occurs, the progression-free survival could exceed 3 years, with a chance exceeding 5 years.

After urban-rural medical insurance reimbursement, the annual out-of-pocket cost is about 150,000.

Another option is CAR-T cell therapy, currently the most advanced and effective treatment approach.

By modifying the patient’s immune cells to kill tumors, the complete remission rate is about 50%, some patients can achieve functional cure.

However... total treatment costs are about 1.5 million.

Zhang Yan stood behind her mother, tightly biting her lower lip, her hands gripping the hem of her clothes firmly.

The good news is, there is a comprehensive treatment plan for her mother’s cancer and hope for survival.

But... 1.5 million...

This number was like an insurmountable mountain, suffocating her.

Even the annual 150,000 for targeted therapy is a huge figure for her. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

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Furry Ink Plaza, Star Cloud International (Yang City) branch office.

Lulu sat wearing a small suit on the sofa in the reception area.