Hearing the three words "can be cured," Xiaoxiao's once despairing eyes instantly brightened.
She turned around, her voice trembling a bit, unsure as she asked, "Really?"
Such a reaction clearly showed how much she cared about this matter.
Seeing Xiaoxiao like this, Xue Zhiyi couldn't bear it. Since the words had already slipped out, he might as well say everything.
"Your illness is indeed not easy to treat, but it's not without hope. You'll need to take medicine continuously, possibly for half a year, maybe a year, or even longer. Taking medicine continuously isn't something just anyone can stick to, and even if you persist, it might not cure the illness."
Hearing this, Xiaoxiao's eyes filled with tears. Even with just a glimmer of hope, she would give it a try.
She said with great certainty, "I will persevere, Brother Xue, please prescribe the medicine for me."
"Sigh, can you two not mess with me like this!"
"..." Xiaoxiao was taken aback by the words. What was going on?
