Upon hearing Ding Ce's reply, Bai Chen felt like she had been struck by a stick. Her body leaned back slightly, and her head buzzed. After a few seconds, she came to her senses and anxiously asked, "What disease is it?"
Ding Ce answered with a disconsolate look. "The doctor said that it's an old problem with his lungs. There's also a trachea problem. Winter has always been a problem."
At this moment, Bai Chen felt the cold night wind blow at her face, stinging her with needle-like pain. She quickly turned her head to look at Jiang Baimian and shouted emotionally, "Team Leader…"
Sensing Bai Chen's plea, Jiang Baimian nodded slightly and said to Ding Ce, "Can you bring us to Mayor Tian? We have some medicine that might be useful."
Under normal circumstances, Ding Ce definitely wouldn't agree directly. But at this juncture, nothing could be worse than not doing a thing. There might still be some hope if they tried something.
"Alright." He nodded hard.
