"For grandparents to drink."

The sentence "for grandparents to drink" made Tan Yingdie's eyes shrink, and the eyes looking at him became more and more sad.After a while, he slowly stretched out his hand to take it.

Seeing them take it, the little guy immediately showed a bright smile, passed them and moved a few steps towards the glass wall, and saw Qin Yi lying inside covered in tubes, his brows frowned.

"What about Auntie Xiaoyi?" Leaning on the glass wall, Mu Jinyuan stared closely at Qin Yi who seemed to be sleeping.

Her eyes were full of worry, and she even spoke in a much softer voice, as if she was afraid that it would be too loud and affect her rest.

Tan Yingdi looked at the small body with complicated eyes, opened his mouth several times but finally failed to say a word, but quietly wiped away the teardrops from the corners of his eyes.

The others, on the other hand, looked at him in astonishment, and their eyes finally fell on Mu Yihan and the others.

Why would Xiaoyuan ask such a question?He should be clear.

Everyone immediately realized that something was wrong, and the brows that were already frowned were now more tightly frowned.

Huo Zhiyue came to Mu Yichen's side and asked in a low voice: "What's going on? Why Xiao Yuan..."

Mu Yichen was completely sure now, with a deep and hoarse voice, "It should be PTSD."

She didn't understand this too professional rhetoric, "explain clearly."

"PTSD is Post Traumatic Stress Disorder."

"Delayed emergence and persistence of an individual after experiencing, witnessing, or encountering one or more actual deaths, or threats of death, or serious injury, or threats to bodily integrity, of himself or others mental disorder."

"One of them is selective amnesia. Obuchi should be like this." And it was accompanied by avoidance and refusal of any events related to the car accident.

Hearing the mental disorder, Huo Zhiyue staggered back a step, but fortunately Mu Yichen supported her in time.

She is too familiar with this.

Yihan's illness has been going on for so many years, and he hasn't healed until now. If it hadn't been for such a special person, he might have been...

Could Xiao Yuan also be like his father?

When I think of this possibility, I can't help but feel distressed in my heart.

"Yichen, you have to cure Xiaoyuan, he is still so young, how can he..."

"Auntie, I will do my best."

This disease, in fact, more often depends on the patient himself.

It's just that it's hard for him to say this to them at this time.

Mu Yihan and Mu Qingluan couldn't recover for a long time.

Last night, the little guy really seemed to have been greatly stimulated. Although he was not allowed to be hugged by others, he nestled in Chu Huaxin's arms without crying or fussing. They also thought it was just frightened. It's all right, and at that time they were all focused on Qin Yi, no one would have thought that Xiaoyuan's situation was so serious.

He still has scars on his hands and legs, but he won't ask everyone how they did it?

It was as if those scars didn't exist at all.

I didn't know why before, but now everyone suspects that he deliberately pretended not to know.

"The doctor's side should arrive around tomorrow, and I'll contact you then."

As if she didn't want to talk more about this topic, Chu Huaxin came to Mu Yichen and said something in a low voice.

The latter nodded.

"You and I will take Jin Yuan back first."

Turning around and walking towards Mu Jinyuan, when he passed by Tan Yingdie and Qin Yuebin, his footsteps obviously paused, and he walked straight away as if nothing had happened.

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