Diwu Zexuan put down the bottle of medicine and glanced at the wailing Tingye on the hospital bed, signaling Rui Hui that she could pick him up.
"I noticed some red blood streaks at the corners of Tingye's eyes from burns, but I'm not sure how much they'll affect him. Are you sure they won't impact his vision when he grows up?"
Rui Hui asked, concerned.
Her medical skills were not as good as Diwu Zexuan's, but they weren't bad.
That was the cause of her nervousness.
"Nobody can ensure how long a person will live healthily, I just take responsibility for doing my best now. His future is not my concern," Diwu Zexuan replied with nearly bloodless lips.
Without asking, Rui Hui immediately shot him a disdainful look.
"Diwu Zexuan, if it were your child lying on the hospital bed, would you still be this calm? Have some empathy—can't you speak more politely?"
"I wouldn't let any woman have my child, so I can't relate. Are you satisfied with that answer?"
