"You don't have to comfort me." Yin Ming sighed.
He had consumed all kinds of medicine over the years. He had eaten ginseng, bird's nest, and other tonics as if he was eating rice, but they were all useless.
The doctors had said the same thing, but he had never been willing to listen to them.
It didn't matter if he lived for one more day or one more year; he would just be hanging on for his life and suffering in this cold world.
"I can help you get better. You will get so much better that you can stand in front of your parents, grab them by the collar, and ask them why they abandoned you." Guo Miao's voice was cold without a trace of warmth.
But these words made Yin Ming's heart warm.
All these years, everyone had asked him to understand his parents and think about their difficulties, but no one had told him anything. He could only blame them and question them.
After Guo Miao finished her acupuncture, she kept her needles away.
