Qiao Weiyang suddenly approached him.
Jingyun felt his face burning. Why was she leaning over? He was not her child!
"Goodbye, Jingyun. I left some medicine for you at home. Remember to take it."
"No," Jingyun shouted reflexively.
"No?" Qiao Weiyang was not angry, and her tone was still calm. "…Then just throw it away."
With that, she disappeared.
Jingyun suffered from a chronic illness that he got from his mother's womb. Just like Xiao Bao's obsessive-compulsive disorder, he had it since he was young.
Like Xiao Bao, he had seen countless doctors but to no avail.
This time, he went overseas for surgery with his great-grandfather. Although there was some correction, there was not much change.
Jingyun didn't believe that there was any medicine that could treat his leg.
However, he did not care. A strong soul was more important than a strong physique.
