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Ji Wei silently held her bowl of porridge, tears dripping into it.
She hadn't expected that the time she and her mother spent staying at Grandma Li's house would cause such immense harm to their family.
Struggling to keep her emotions in check, Ji Wei choked out, "Grandma, don't worry, I'll find the best neurosurgeon in the world for Jia Ming. There has to be a way to cure him!"
"Rea… Really, there's a way?" Grandma Li couldn't believe it.
It had been ten years. She had long since given up hope.
"Yes! Medical technology is so advanced now. Jia Ming just might be able to recover," Ji Wei said, her eyes red as she looked at Grandma Li, trying to comfort her.
Hope was better than no hope at all.
"Then I'll have to trouble you, Little Wei," Grandma Li said gratefully, holding her hand.
