"I look like this, and it looks like I'm sick!"
The girl in her arms cried so hard that the words she just said seemed to be both cathartic and wronged. The words that had been accumulated for a long time burst out at this moment. After listening to these words too many times, even Jiang Yuyan began to believe that she was born a sick child.
"Okay, okay..."
Song Zishen gently patted Jiang Yuyan's back, soothing the girl's emotions like a child, and then said softly:
"What's wrong with being sick? My brother is your 120..."
When she was young, Jiang Yuyan didn't understand the meaning of that sentence. It wasn't until now that she understood.
What he needs most is not medication, but his "ambulance"
Purpose: redemption