Chen Yusheng's mother bore a striking resemblance to her.
Their personalities were very similar as well.
In the hospital room, the mother and daughter did not speak much. Chen Yusheng merely raised the upper half of the bed so her mother could lean back comfortably, then massaged her legs and prepared some fruit for her.
Watching her daughter busily work in silence, Mother Chen's eyes flickered with reluctance. She opened her mouth, but ultimately said nothing.
Many times, she had wanted to simply die and be done with it, so she would not continue dragging her daughter down.
Other girls enjoyed their youth after entering university. There were not many like Chen Yusheng, worrying about making money.
Even those from low-income families who worked part-time while studying only earned enough for their own living expenses. Chen Yusheng, however, had to earn her mother's treatment costs as well.
But Mother Chen knew she could not die. She was her daughter's emotional pillar. If she gave up, her daughter would suffer even more.
Forget it, forget it. She would give it a try. If she actively underwent treatment, perhaps her body's own ability to heal might help her overcome the illness.
The reason she had to rely on self-healing was that there was a treatment developed overseas in recent years for her illness. It had a high cure rate and few side effects. Its only drawback was that it was too expensive.
The surgery and the full course of medication would cost over three million from start to finish.
That was far beyond what Mother Chen could afford, so they could only begin with conservative treatment.
Before long, Mother Chen fell asleep. Seeing this, Chen Yusheng slowly lowered the bed, tucked the blanket around her mother, and quietly left the room.
Passing