What exactly must he do for their clever and lovely little girl to return to her former self, happily calling them mom and dad every day?
No matter what he has to do, even if it costs him his life, he is willing to make the sacrifice.
"Didn't Brother Xiao say? It takes time," Chi Zaozao lifted his injured hand, feeling an intense heartache, "From now on, we'll slowly take care of her, compensate her. But for now, come with me to deal with your hand injuries, okay?"
Ye Que withdrew his hand, shaking his head, "It's nothing. We should think about how to help Tianian recover to her old self!"
He propped himself up and stood by the window, looking at the scattered shadows in the hospital garden. Thinking of his daughter, his expression turned gloomy and distressed.
Chi Zaozao followed him, standing by his side, "We don't understand medicine, getting anxious is useless. Brother Xiao said it requires patience, so don't rush. We'll be with her. Okay?"
