Qin Mao heard the words and gave a gentle smile.
It was the first time anyone had said they could cure him.
In the past, all those who had seen him arrived full of confidence, but after taking his pulse, they left with grim faces. He had long since given up hope.
Sometimes, he thought that death might mean an end to the pain, but he was afraid of making his mother sad.
Right, where are Father and Mother?
Qin Mao suddenly became anxious and tried to sit up.
But having hardly been able to eat anything for so long, he had no strength to do so.
Xie Zhinuan, as if she knew, soothed him in a gentle voice, "Your father and mother are just outside. They were injured, so I had someone prepare hot water for them to wash up. They are definitely eating now. Are you hungry? Do you want to eat something?"
Qin Mao shook his head.
But he felt relieved.
It was good enough that his parents were still there, good enough!