After a series of checkups, Lei Chen settled the child down and could be admitted to the hospital on the same day.
Jiang City's equipment and medicine were the latest and best. His symptoms were not very serious. Although the possibility of curing him in the short term was not high, it could make the child feel much better.
The child's father held a wad of crumpled bills and silently paid the bill. Lei Chen watched as his receding figure slowly disappeared into the corridor. His heart felt indescribably heavy.
Lei Chen looked at the child's pale face and comforted him softly, "Don't worry, you'll get better soon. You won't have to cough anymore." He would be a healthy and happy child again. When Lei Chen thought of this, his face relaxed. At least to them, this was the best outcome.
The child blinked and said softly, "What about Daddy?"
He lay on the bed and looked up at Lei Chen like a rabbit being pushed onto a laboratory table.
