After the doctor left, Yang Jiezhen rushed into the emergency room.
She collapsed beside Muu Rushuang's bed, hugged her, and cried loudly: "Shuangshuang, why are you so foolish? Do you want to scare your mom to death? If anything happens to you, I can't live on either."
"Mom, I really can't go on," Muu Rushuang said, tears streaming down her closed eyes: "Mom, I can't find the meaning of living… I don't know why I should keep living, I'm in so much pain, you might as well just let me die."
"Shuangshuang, don't say such silly things," Yang Jiezhen wept: "You're still young, you haven't married or had children yet, your life is just beginning. There are so many wonderful things waiting for you to experience, how could living be meaningless?"
"Marry? Who would marry me?" Muu Rushuang laughed self-deprecatingly: "I'm not only ugly, but I'm also a sickly person. I have no money, no power, I'm not favored. Any decent man wouldn't choose me… Mom…"
