He grew from a silly, foolish fifteen-year-old child with intellectual disabilities to a twenty-seven-year-old mature man well-known in the medical field. This kind of life seems to be impeccable, so perfect that it is beyond the reach of ordinary people.
However, no one calls him Xiaoguai anymore.
He would always dream that twelve years ago, there was a man who called him so gently, "Xiao Guai."
"Baby, wait for me."