"It's daddy's fault for making you sick; I didn't take good care of you."
"Actually, I always wanted to be a good kid... I really didn't mean to vomit; I just couldn't describe that awful feeling."
"I've always wanted to be a good kid, and I know that if Tang Daye's daughter has a mental illness, it would disgrace you. But I can't control it, I'm sorry, Dad..."
Tang Daye never imagined the inner struggle of his daughter, so he hugged her and patted her, "It's okay, it's okay. We'll go see a doctor together, and Daddy will definitely cure you."
"Admitting the illness, facing the illness, and willing to accompany is the best foundation for successful treatment. Congratulations, you both can now proceed to the next phase of treatment."
Accompanied by a calm professional voice, Lily and Tang Daye looked to the side to see Xiao Qian standing at their booth, extending her hand to Tang Daye.
