And as she spoke these words, it seemed that everyone would naturally take it for granted, because it was indeed just that—both natural and expected.
But for some reason, Ren Ying found these words grating to the ears—an irritation that lasted only a few seconds, before the nearby machine suddenly emitted a piercing sound. Wu Liangliang also began convulsing, startling everyone present.
Wu Liangliang's face contorted with the spasms, as if there were insects writhing beneath his skin. His expression twisted grotesquely, his complexion turning ashen as though he were at death's door.
"Liangliang, Liangliang..."
Ren Ying hurriedly bent over her son, crying out in terror.
Shortly after, several doctors rushed in and began administering emergency treatment to Wu Liangliang. They tried to hold down his limbs as he thrashed wildly, emitting a burbling sound from his throat like boiling water, accompanied by his spasms that were enough to scare anyone witless.
