"It's my fault you got sick, Dad didn't take good care of you."
"Actually, I've always wanted to be a good child... I really didn't mean to vomit, I just—" Teng Shuixian couldn't describe the unbearable feeling inside her.
"I've always wanted to be a very good child, and I know that if Teng Daye's daughter is said to have a mental illness, it would make people look down on you, but I can't control it, Dad, I'm sorry..."
Teng Daye didn't expect such a struggle within his daughter's heart, he hugged her and patted her, "It's okay, it's okay, we'll see the doctor together if you're sick, Dad will definitely cure you."
"Admitting the illness, facing the illness, being willing to accompany, this is the best foundation for successful treatment, congratulations, you can start the next step of treatment."
Along with the professional calm voice, the Teng father and daughter looked over, Qian stood in front of their stand, extending a hand to Teng Daye.
