As Zhou Yuan said, there is nothing that can prove your identity better than this token.
In this world, except Long Dian, no unit or department can create this token.
Seeing this, Zhao Ailan suddenly knelt down in front of Zhou Yuan.
"Yuanlong Zhanzun, for the sake of my husband, please help me." Zhao Ailan cried.
Zhou Yuan reached out to help Zhao Ailan.
"If you have something to say, sit down and talk."
"Please." Zhao Ailan said.
Zhou Yuan knew that Zhao Ailan had something to say, so he did not stop her again.
Zhou Yuan said: "What's wrong with you?"
Zhao Ailan took a deep breath: "I have cancer and I won't live for a few days."
After the words fell, Zhou Yuan was slightly shocked.
And at this time.
Yi Helan, who was chopping vegetables in the kitchen, suddenly froze where she was. She didn't even know the pain when the kitchen knife cut into her hand.
The conversation in the living room faintly reached her ears.
"How long?" Zhou Yuan asked calmly.
"It's been more than three months. I have advanced lung cancer. The doctor said I still have half a month left at most."
"Yuanlong Zhanzun, please take the pity of our mother and daughter, and take the fact that my husband died in battle, please help our poor mother and daughter." Zhao Ailan cried.
Zhou Yuan helped Zhao Ailan up.
Zhou Yuandao: "Sit down and we'll talk slowly."
Zhao Ailan sat down and wiped her tears: "Helan is my only relative. I am not afraid of death, but if I die, what will she do as a high school student in the future?"
"The world is so difficult now, and He Lan is a person with weak legs. She won't be able to take care of herself after I die."
Zhao Ailan covered her face with her hands and sobbed uncontrollably.
Zhou Yuan calmed his thoughts slightly.
In the kitchen, Yi Helan was lying on the cutting board, wiping tears.
There was silence in the living room for a while.
After silence, Zhou Yuandao said: "Let's do this. I will make arrangements to send you to the best hospital in Jiangnan for treatment. He Lan will stay here and I will find someone to take care of her."
"no!"
Zhao Ailan shook her head quickly: "I'm not going anywhere. I have to find a way to make arrangements for my daughter. Otherwise, I will die in peace."
"And I know my illness myself. No matter how good the hospital is, it will only allow me to live for two more days."
Late-stage lung cancer is basically out of the question.
Zhou Yuandao: "You can't say that. You are still young and can have your lungs replaced. I can find the best doctor in the world for you."
Zhao Ailan shook her head: "The cancer cells have spread. The doctor has said that even if the lungs are replaced, the chance of survival is less than 1%."
"I don't think about myself now. I just want my daughter to have a good place before I die."
"Yuanlong Zhanzun, I beg you to help me, please, help my daughter."
Zhao Ailan held Zhou Yuan's hand and begged while crying.
Yi Helan in the kitchen had already burst into tears.
Zhou Yuan also found it difficult to bear seeing this kind of separation between life and death.
But at this moment.
suddenly.
There was a loud bang.
The door to the room was kicked open instantly, and a tall man with a full beard, a fashionable woman with heavy makeup, and a dozen men in suits and leather shoes walked in.