"Mmm, mmm, Rong Zheng brother, I really feel so much better, Little Bearded Uncle is amazing."
Jiubo was now speaking without gasping for breath, and his pale little face turned rosy at a visible speed, his whole body radiating with a vibrant vitality.
He had valiantly conquered the illness.
Lin Yun's phone clattered to the ground as she threw herself forward, supporting Jiubo's shoulders. With a voice tinged with sobs, she sized him up from head to toe, asking repeatedly:
"Do you really feel a lot better? Is there anywhere that still feels uncomfortable? Tell Mom quickly."
Jiubo shook his head and then looked up at the sun overhead, pointing to it innocently and saying, "Mom, look, Grandfather Sun isn't scary at all, I'm not afraid of it anymore."
At these words, Lin Yun burst into tears of joy, crying so hard that she could barely make a sound.
