Valery glanced at me anxiously and asked, "What? Is it serious? Will it be fatal?"
I nodded but soon shook my head. "The doctor said there is an advanced treatment with a high cure rate and good post-treatment effects. It generally does not affect the body and lifespan. Don't worry."
Valery seemed relieved and touched her chest. Perhaps thinking of the advanced treatment, she asked with some concern, "How is it treated and how much does it cost approximately?"
I sighed, "It's quite expensive. I plan to sell the house. If the money is not enough, I will take out a loan. After I am cured, I will find a way to get the house back."
I thought the next scene would be Valery hugging me and crying, encouraging me to fight the disease. But she put down her fork and her face darkened. "Sell the house? Where will I stay? Sleep on the streets? Aren't you being a bit selfish?"
I was stunned.
I paused not only because of her words, but also because the person with cancer was not me, but Valery.