"How could you, so young, have lung cancer?" Xiao Han asked, puzzled.
If it were an old smoker, he wouldn't be surprised at lung cancer at this age, but Wang Qingqing was only twenty years old; it seemed impossible for her to contract the disease.
Hearing Xiao Han's question, a look of helplessness flashed across Wang Qingqing's face as she said, "Ah, it's all because of that bastard. I'm not the only one who has lung cancer."
"What exactly happened?" Xiao Han frowned.
"There's a factory near our home that emits waste gases day and night, and it's been many years. In our area, at least twenty people have contracted lung cancer over the years." Wang Qingqing could not hide the anger on her face.
Xiao Han and the others were shocked. More than twenty lung cancer sufferers, that was serious, especially knowing that by the standards of current hospitals' medical skills, it was at least twenty lives at stake.
"Doesn't anyone care?" Xia Yujie couldn't help asking.
