My iceberg smiled

Chapter 152 I Will Make You Well
"Sure enough, just as I thought, Little Pudding's language function has been hindered. Her throat is intact, and she should be able to speak, so she can't speak..."

"..."

"I suspect a neurological block."

Seeing the eagerness of the little guy who tried hard for a long time but couldn't make a sound, Fang Ci calmly analyzed it.

But when Han Mochen learned of this situation, his heart ached fiercely.

There is so much injustice in this world.

Such a good child was abandoned in the ice and snow not long after he was born, and finally had a big family in an orphanage, but was deprived of it by the fire. Now...

It turned out that he didn't even have the basic language function as a normal person.

"Can it be cured?" Han Mochen didn't care about anything else, he only cared about what would happen to Han Qianxiao in the future.

Do you want to watch her be dumb for the rest of her life?
Even if there is only a glimmer of hope, Han Mochen must not sit idly by.

Fang Ci pondered: "People's nerves are intricate and the most difficult to figure out. Some people will lose their language function after being severely stimulated, and they will not recover for a lifetime, but there are also cases of recovery."

"I don't care what method you use, you must try it." Han Mochen said resolutely, the eagerness in his eyes was undoubtedly revealed.

He couldn't believe that this little guy would be unable to speak for the rest of his life. When she went to the orphanage a few years ago, she sweetly called him "brother".

"Don't worry about this, I will try my best to treat her. I think Little Pudding was stimulated by nerves because of the fire, resulting in speech dysfunction. As long as the vocal cords are not damaged, everything is still hopeful to recover." Fang Said the promise.

Listening to the conversation between the two, Zhuo Qiu was so shocked that he couldn't speak for a long time, his throat was a little choked up, and his eyes were a little red.

He didn't know why God would treat a lonely and helpless child like this. This child had already lost everything. If the Han family hadn't adopted her, she might have died outside.

Han Qianxiao listened quietly to the speeches of the few people, and understood their thoughts in her heart.

They tried their best to cure her, but only Han Qianxiao knew that the fucking reason why she couldn't speak was because of the upgrade of this brain-damaged system!
Being cared about by others really moved Han Qianxiao, but she didn't want Han Mochen and the others to worry too much about herself.

So she pulled Han Mochen's trouser legs, raised her head, showed a bright smile, and shook her head slightly.

Han Qianxiao: I'm fine, don't worry.

With just one look from her, Han Mochen instantly understood her mind.

The cold boy stretched out his hands to hug his small body, and said in an extremely gentle voice: "Okay, don't worry, I will make you better, Xiaoxiao."

As for Han Mochen's ability to communicate with the speechless little guy, Fang Ci has already experienced it. Now he only needs to formulate a treatment plan, and he doesn't have to worry about anything else.

Seeing that the little guy is in good condition, even if he is dumb, he can still comfort others, which is simply beyond Fang Ci's expectations.

He thought that the little guy wasn't that fragile, but he didn't think that her strength would become the driving force for their hopes.

What an amazing little thing.

"Fang Ci, apart from Xiaoxiao's matter, my grandma's situation can't be left behind," Han Mochen reminded.

"I know, I have been analyzing and testing the ingredients that Grandma Han used to use in the past few days. Facts have proved that there must be something wrong with the medicinal porridge that the old man used before." Fang Ci said bluntly.

(End of this chapter)