Qiu Hualan waited for a month before finding time to go to the Capital City. Once they arrived, they went directly to the hospital that day.
As it turned out, there really was a name Ye Qing, which made Qiu Hualan, who had been confused, feel a chill running from her feet straight to the top of her head, filled with a sense of foreboding.
Du Guangjun, standing beside her, knew she was nervous and silently squeezed her hand, silently giving her strength.
When they saw Ye Qing, her whole hand seemed disjointed, locked in an iron house with two layers of doors. She squatted on the ground, staring at one spot, unmoving.
"Compared to when she first arrived, she's much better now, no longer as crazy, babbling nonsense as before."
"Is she like this all day long? Haven't you been feeding her? How did my child become so thin?" Qiu Hualan didn't realize when tears began streaming down her face uncontrollably.
