"She's not my daughter."
"I am willing to."
The two voices rang out simultaneously.
Deng Yuyuan's smile froze for a moment. She wondered what he was willing to do. Had she even made a request?
Fang Zhongwen pressed a fist to his mouth and let out a light cough. He pressed Gou Ya's abdomen—it was rock hard. Then, he listened to her heartbeat, which sounded fairly normal. "Given the child's condition, let's induce vomiting first. After her stomach is pumped, we'll run a blood test and take an X-ray to see if a purgative is necessary."
"Go pay the fees first." Fang Zhongwen handed the treatment form to Deng Yuyuan, making sure she saw the total price. The traditional Chinese medicine for inducing vomiting, along with the X-ray and blood test fees, could amount to half or even a full month's income for an average family. If she had financial difficulties, it wasn't as if he couldn't help her.
