Xiaoqiao shook her head. "It's nothing. Just an accident where I bumped my head. At the time, the doctor said a cerebral hematoma was pressing on the optic nerve. Even after the hematoma cleared up, I still couldn't see."
"Why not?"
"I don't know."
"Didn't you continue to seek medical attention?"
"I've seen all the doctors that I could."
Xiaoqiao recalled the time when Leng Jing took her to see doctors every day.
In fact, she had already accepted her condition, but she didn't want to worry Leng Jing, so she went along with all kinds of treatments.
It was not until those treatments proved to be ineffective and even worsened her physical and mental state that Leng Jing had no choice but to give up, accepting the advice of an American expert to let her rest and recover in peace, holding on to the hope that she might regain her sight suddenly one day.
"I know some experts if you need..." Watching her, Gu Hangshen felt as though he had a fish bone stuck in his throat.
