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"He's sick. It's a brain tumor, an astrocytoma."

In fact, Mo Changan himself didn't even understand this word very well.

But after she found out that Zhuo Baiye was suffering from this disease, she still searched it online.

The more you look at it, the more you feel depressed. Astrocytoma is an invasive growth tumor. Most tumors may recur after resection, and after recurrence, the tumor can evolve into anaplastic astrocytoma or glioblastoma multiforme...

Zhuo Zhaoran's expression froze for an instant.

Looking at his expression, Mo Changan knew that Zhuo Zhaoran had no knowledge of Zhuo Baiye's condition.

Bai Ye never told him a word about his illness.

Maybe it's because he's worried again?

Zhuo Zhaoran thought so in his heart.

This kid has been like this since he was a child, because he has been in poor health since the car accident, so no matter what discomfort he has, Junlin never tells him and doesn't let him worry about it.

When he was in middle school, Zhuo Zhaoran's secretary once found him passed out at home with a high fever, and he had already developed pneumonia when he was sent to the hospital.

The doctor severely reprimanded Zhuo Zhaoran, and asked him for not taking good care of the child, whether it is necessary to call the social welfare agency to review whether he can continue to take good care of the child...

This time such a big matter, he still didn't mention a word.

If Mo Changan hadn't said it, I'm afraid he still wouldn't know anything, would he?If it wasn't because of Qiao Wei's illness this time, he rushed back to China, maybe he is still recuperating in New Zealand, and he doesn't know anything, right?

Zhuo Zhaoran held Mo Changan's hand tightly, "An'an, thank you for telling me this."

"You don't need to thank me. I just think you should know about it. After all, you are the father. He always does this, trying to keep everyone in the dark by himself."

Mo Changan raised his eyes and glanced at Zhuo Zhaoran. His hair should have been dyed with black oil, but you can still see that there are traces of white hair mixed in it...

Chang An stretched out his hand, and gently pulled out one of his white hairs.

Zhuo Zhaoran froze, "What's wrong?"

Mo Changan had already twirled the white hair in front of his eyes, "Uncle, you are getting old too."

Zhuo Zhaoran smiled relievedly, "Yes, I am old too. And you, have grown up."

He patted Mo Changan on the shoulder, "You have grown up and become sensible. I am really happy that you can accept Xiao Luo. He has liked you since he was a child, because he has a beautiful sister. He doesn't know how proud he is... "

Mo Chang'an smiled slightly, feeling a bit difficult, now that her mother is in such a situation, she really can't smile with understanding.

"Since Xiao Luo has come back, come and see mom more when you have time. I won't limit you to visitation rights. The doctor said that mom has a tumor in her liver. Whether it's benign or malignant depends on the biopsy results. There is news, Xiao Luo will tell you, you are not in good health, and you are running all the way, go to rest early."

Mo Changan said this in a calm and gentle voice.

Zhuo Zhaoran did not refuse, of course, his first priority was not to rest, but...to see Junlin.

"Okay, then I'll go first, Xiao Luo's side...I think, I don't plan to let him know about Junlin's illness for the time being, and Junlin won't let him know either. Weiwei has already let him know It's sad enough, he's just a kid."

Mo Changan nodded after hearing his words, "Don't worry, I will take care of him."

Zhuo Zhaoran nodded, and left a business card for her. There was no company or title on it, only Zhuo Zhaoran's name and phone number.

Mo Changan took it and put it in his bag before watching him walk to the elevator.

Bai Luo had already greeted him, helped Zhuo Zhaoran and sent him into the elevator to go downstairs.

As for Mo Changan, he glanced at the white hair in his hand.

"Nurse!"

She waved in the direction of the nurse's station, and a nurse hurried over.

"How can I help you?"

The nurse was notified by the doctor and knew that Mo Changan's identity should not be neglected, so her tone was somewhat polite.

"Do you have a sealed bag here?"

Two minutes later, Mo Changan looked at the white hair in the small sealed bag in his hand.

She breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, she only believed in what she saw and heard, so she would still do some things if necessary.

Only the authentic appraisal report can convince her, and she also needs such a report to let Shen Boyan get rid of the worries in her heart.

"Chang'an! How's the situation?!"

Before Bai Luo went down to see Zhuo Zhaoran up, Zhu Danyang and Jing Zhe had already arrived.

As soon as he got out of the elevator, Zhu Danyang hurriedly asked.

And Jing Zhe had already walked to the nurse's station, took Qiao Wei's medical records and looked through them, the more he looked, the darker his face became.

Mo Changan pursed his lips and pointed to the medical record, "I can't tell, it's just what it says in the medical record."

Zhu Danyang snatched the medical records from Jing Zhe's hands and looked at them.

Mo Chang'an, on the other hand, gave Jing Zhe a look. Jing Zhe quickly understood and walked over immediately.

Together with Mo Changan, he took two steps to the side.

"what happened?"

Jing Zhe frowned and asked, "Where's Boyan?"

"I sent him away."

After Mo Changan answered this sentence, he handed out the sealed bag, "Zhuo Zhaoran came here just now, and I took a piece of his hair."

As she spoke, she reached out and pulled out one of her long hairs, "I'll find a chance to give you Bo Yan's sample."

Jing Zhe understood what she meant almost instantly, "Don't worry, Boyan lived in my previous apartment, and I have all the toothbrushes and combs he used. I'll give you an answer as soon as possible."

"Thank you." Mo Changan pursed his lips, with a serious expression, "Some things, I only believe what I see. Moreover, I don't want Bo Yan to carry this kind of psychological burden all the time. I need such a copy. Accurate report, to reassure him."

Jingzhe rolled his eyes, "What do you mean?"

"Zhuo Zhaoran told me personally that I have no blood relationship with him. Before he went to England after the car accident, he never touched my mother. I can't be his child." Mo Changan said calmly, looking sideways at Xiang Jing Zhe, stating the facts in general, "We were all deceived by Bai Ye."

"Damn... If he wasn't a sick man, I'd really like to beat him to death."

Jing Zhe frowned, cursed in a low voice, and quickly put away both samples.

Then he patted his chest, "Just leave it to me, and I will give you an answer within five days at most."

Mo Changan nodded slightly, and Jing Zhe pursed his lips before saying anything, and paused for a moment before saying, "As for your mother's illness... I'm sorry that I couldn't help you at the beginning."

"It's not your fault." Mo Changan waved his hand lightly, "It's okay, everyone has their own fate. At least, I'm not alone now."

As soon as the words were finished, a figure from the elevator exit hurried over, calling, "Sister..."

Accompanied by the sound of the rollers of the suitcase being dragged on the ground.