In the car outside the clinic…
"Xiao Nan, how do you feel?" the middle-aged man softly asked. He hoped the treatment would be effective and his son would quickly recover and be healthy.
"Dad, I'm fine," the boy said.
His words made his father smile.
In the past, he had not answered any questions from his father, no matter what his father asked. It was as if he thought his words as valuable as gold. Now, he answered him at once, which was a great improvement. Of course, it might be a coincidence, but there had been no such coincidence before.
"An old friend of mine, who passed away, had only one grandson," Sang Guzi said. "The boy begged me to come to see you here. Otherwise, I would not come to trouble you."
"Hey, you're welcome. Just tell me what you need me to do in the future," Wang Yao said.
"Since you said that, there is another thing I want to ask you," Sang Guzi said.
"Yes, go ahead."
