Zhou Jiahao turned to Xiaomu, "Going back to China? Where? Has Yaya's illness become incurable?" The level of medical expertise within the country simply couldn't keep up with the international standard.
If it weren't for the new medication, Yaya would have left us long ago.
Xiaomu closed his mouth, worrying that if they really left, Miss's illness could very likely become dangerous.
Zhou Jiahao returned to the hospital room and saw Yaya reading a book, "Yaya, you need to rest well. Don't read anymore." He already stretched his hand to take the book from Zhou Qinya's hand and placed it aside.
"Brother, when can I be discharged?" She didn't want to stay in the hospital any longer; she wanted to leave.
Zhou Jiahao said indulgently, "Does our Yaya want to get better quickly? When that time comes, wherever you want to go, your brother won't stop you."
