It probably won't happen.
Who would like a sick person?
He doesn't even have a healthy body now, so what right does he have to think about things he shouldn't be thinking about?
"Joanna, can my illness really be cured?" Jeremy's dark eyes showed no brightness and were full of self-doubt. "When I was in junior high school, I had a classmate who had the same disease as me. He had surgery and went through many treatments. But...he still died."
"Sis."
Jeremy looked up, his clear black eyes covered with a layer of mist, his young voice choked with emotion, "Will I also... But...I don't want to leave you."
"Jeremy, don't talk nonsense." Joanna frowned, hugged the thin body of the young boy, gently stroked his finely cut short hair, and her voice was also choked with emotion, "Heart disease can be cured. You certainly won't end up like your classmate."
