"So what was the result? How did the patient fare?" Huang Xue asked eagerly.
Yes, she was excited because she was afflicted with this impulsive addiction syndrome. She didn't know when she had contracted this disease; originally, she thought it was just a bout of spring fever, but then it spiraled out of control.
A few years ago, a highly authoritative institution confirmed her condition, and as her ailment was pinpointed, she fled from her family to this small county town. Memories of the past were also gradually evoked.
"I cured it," Xia Liu said nonchalantly, waving his hand.
"You cured it?" Huang Xue looked at Xia Liu in astonishment.
She was very aware of how difficult it was to cure this disease. Her family had spent an enormous amount of money and consulted many doctors to no avail.
If it weren't for the changing looks in her family's eyes each day, she wouldn't have run away from home.
This kind of issue, in any family, would be a disgrace.
