My Supermodel Wife

The man took her cellphone and gently stroked her shoulder. "If you want to go to the hospital, I will accompany you."

His voice was soft like a spring breeze, blowing a warm gurgle in Lilia's heart.

Her palm slightly tightened as she stared at the man's pupils through the makeup mirror. "I don't know if Dina has told anyone else, for now ..."

Lilia hesitated. It was half-past seven in the evening. It wasn't that late at night.

If she left for the hospital now, it would actually be too late.

The man seemed to see her doubt, so he said, "Go get changed, you can only be sure when you see him and make up your mind afterward rather than thinking and hesitating at home."

Jean was always like this. He's always been mature, stable, caring, and warm.

Lilia lowered her head and pursed her lips, raising her hand to grab his shoulder. "I'd better call Dina and ask. If she had told Sylvia, I wouldn't have left."

Out of instinct, she didn't want to see her ex-mother again.

It's not that she hates her. Lilia just doesn't want to add to the problem.

The man returned her cellphone and stared at Lilia's cheek in the mirror. There was clearly a deep worry dwelling at the corner of her eyes.

...

Ten minutes later...

The car drove out of the garage with Lilia sitting in the front passenger seat. Her gaze was always fixed on the neon street lights outside the window.

She recently used her cell phone to search the internet for gastric cancer. There were many technical terms, one of which was very interesting for her. She found out that it often occurs in people aged 40-70 years, with most being men, and was asymptomatic at an early stage. Surgery is the most important treatment for stomach cancer.

Robert's current condition really suited the characteristic of this gastric cancer.

Lilia saw the scenery through the window, then asked in a low voice. "Has Robert known that he was sick a long time ago?"

Jean held the steering wheel with one hand while holding his wife's palm with the other. He looked to the side for a moment, and when he regained his gaze, his tone was faint. "He probably doesn't know."

The features of gastric cancer are not clear. If there are no symptoms, it is easy to ignore the problem.

What's more, if Robert had known he was sick, he probably wouldn't pass out on the street today.

Lilia looked away from the window. She sighed without saying anything.

Twenty minutes later, the car arrived at Minerva Hospital.

When Dina saw them, she greeted them from the door of the inpatient department.

"Young master, madam…."

At this time, she didn't care about how she addressed her. She still had a lot of documents in hheris hands and looked at Lilia anxiously.

After all, Robert was once Lilia's father. Even though there were changes in her life, Lilia still had a positive impression of him and couldn't completely ignore him.

"How is his condition?"

Lilia wore a hat and scarf around her neck. Even at night, she carefully covered most of her face.

Dina gave the receipt and explained. "He's not awake yet. The doctor said that he suddenly collapsed due to anemia caused by a cachexia tumor. He's now giving him an intravenous injection."

Lilia took the receipt and lots of reports, which gave her a headache.

She crumpled the document, her eyes fixed on the receipt as she asked in a low voice, "Has he been moved to a room?"

"Not yet!" Dina silently looked at her. Seeing her face was unremarkable, she reluctantly said, "I just asked the doctor, the general ward is full, only high-end wards can accommodate them, so ..."

Lilia frowned in an instant. Just as she was about to speak, the man took out a black card from his wallet and handed it to Dina. "Go and get it ready."

"Yes sir!" Dina took the card and turned around, walking to the inpatient department.

Lilia looked at her back, then turned to Jean and swallowed what she wanted to say.

...

Outside the emergency room, Lilia was pacing near the window, staring. Robert was seen lying limply? in the hospital bed.

Lilia suddenly had mixed feelings. It had only been two months since they last met, but when he was seriously ill, Robert looked thin with slightly sunken cheeks.

The man was seen wearing a thin shirt with a knitted vest and a jacket lying beside the bed.

She remembered that Robert had been used to driving for years, so the man rarely wore a jacket.

Today, Robert passed out on the road alone.

Lilia glared and sighed from the corner of her mouth.

Before this rainy season, he was still her father. Her respected and trusted father.

However, everything turned chaotic in just a few months.

...

Twenty minutes later, Robert was moved to the upper-class ward.

This place was pretty much familiar to Lilia.

Robert was not awake, and the doctor responsible for diagnosing his condition followed suit.

Only a handful of people could live in a high-level ward, so this doctor didn't dare to be careless. He saw a man and a woman standing in the corridor as soon as he walked to the door.

He took off his mask, hung it over one ear, and stepped forward suspiciously. "Are you a member of the family?"

Lilia and the man looked back at the same time. When the doctor saw the man's face, he was surprised, "Young master Jean?"

Isn't this the son of the Widjaya family who contributed greatly to this hospital some time ago? Any of the hospital staff should treat him as a VVIP guest!

"Hello." Jean nodded slightly at the doctor.

Lilia turned her head and looked at the ward. "Sorry, are his symptoms serious?"

Hearing this, the doctor looked at the case in his hands with a serious tone. "His condition is quite severe. He has gastric cancer and is already in a late stage.

"We just checked the results, and luckily, the cancer hasn't spread. My advice is that it is better to perform a surgical resection as soon as possible. This is necessary so that the patient can immediately undergo radiotherapy and chemotherapy," he added.

It hasn't spread...

From a doctor's point of view, this is considered lucky.

Looking at patients suffering from gastric cancer, most of them come to treat it only when they feel unwell. But once the cancer has spread, the survival rate is very low.

The doctor looked at the case again, raised his eyes, and turned his gaze to Jean. "Young master Jean, this patient... is he a member of your family?"

The man's eyes were calm as he replied indifferently. "He is."

He did not say clearly, and this doctor no longer asked any further questions.

When he walked to the door, he looked inside and said, "His anemia is a little serious and he's on an IV drip of a nutrient solution. It may take a week before the surgery can be performed."

"Can the surgery cure the disease? "Lilia asked in a low voice.

The doctor then said, "In the case of gastric cancer, as long as it doesn't spread and is well treated, the survival rate is very high. Of course the patient should also be treated and closely monitored by a doctor. We still have hope."

Lilia slowly lowered her eyes, pursed her lips, and said nothing.

The doctor politely advised a few more words, then turned around and left the corridor.

At this time, the man pulled her shoulders to the side and stretched her scarf down, showing her cheeks. "Would you like to come in and have a look?"

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