What if his disease is incurable, or worse, he has to lie in bed for the rest of his life? What should we do then?
There was undeniable pity in He Bingbing's eyes.
The look in his eyes, including everything it entailed, made Wu Bin fall silent for a moment when he noticed.
Wu Bin felt helpless.
He had just explained everything clearly — that his health would soon improve. But the way everyone looked at him was still troubling!
They...
They seemed to be extremely concerned about his health!
Wu Bin was trying to reassure them: "Enough already, what's there to be so sad about? I myself am not taking this matter too seriously, and here you are, all anxious and lost in wild thoughts!"
"How big of a deal is it that you're so worried? It's just an extremely rare disease. In my opinion, no matter what the ailment, I believe, the viruses inside my body will be defeated, little by little!"
Determination was the only thing in Wu Bin's eyes.
He did not flinch.