Life always teaches us to mature.
Chen Cang remembered that during his internship, a teacher often said, "People follow fate, and when there's no way out, they find whatever they do is wrong, but when roads lead everywhere, they feel all paths could lead to Rome."
At that time, Chen Cang didn't quite understand the saying, but four years in emergency medicine deepened his understanding.
The little girl buried her head low like an ostrich, wishing she could bury her head in the sand.
Tears streamed down her face, "If it weren't for my illness, Dad wouldn't be like this. It's all my fault, I'm so silly..."
Che Zhehua's wife stood behind, covering her face and weeping out loud.
Yang Jie held the child in her arms, constantly comforting her.
"It's not your fault, how can you be blamed for falling ill?"
"It's okay, it's okay, don't cry, Uncle Doctor Chen Cang bought you candy, Xiao Ke, get the candy for her." Chen Cang glanced at Xiao Ke, who quickly nodded and ran off.
