The next day, Yue Cheng took Ziyan to the United Kingdom.
The medication could be stopped, and she only needed continuous vocal cord exercises. It was a long process, but first, it was necessary to overcome Ziyan's psychological barriers, to make her aware of her ability to produce sound, especially since she hadn't spoken for so long.
" I heard she used to be with Blood Music. Once she's willing to produce sound, she should be familiar with the vocal cord training," the doctor said, gently lifting her chin. "Open your mouth and try saying 'ah'."
Ziyan blankly opened her mouth, but no sound came out.
"You can speak; your vocal cords are normal," the doctor tried to persuade her.
Ziyan opened her mouth again, but didn't know how to make a sound.
Yue Cheng gently touched her head: "Didn't you say you wanted to teach Dudu to call 'Daddy'? How can you do that if you don't try to make sounds?"
Ziyan turned her head, frowning at him: [But I feel like I can't do it…]
