Jiang Qin: "..."
She felt that her daughter seemed to have some sort of problem with her mind. Should she subtly suggest that she get a brain CT scan?
But on second thought, she felt her daughter was right. After all, she wasn't a doctor and couldn't treat her son.
There wasn't much else she could do besides letting things take their course.
Right now, she was only hoping the hospital director could quickly get in touch with that doctor named Si, something Mingli or Liming, and have him come to Xiang City to check on her son.
His medical skills were exceptional; he should have some sort of solution.
Jiang Qin suppressed her overwhelming worries and suddenly seemed to remember something. She turned to Si Fan and asked, "By the way, Fanfan, I went home for a bit and found that the cutting board in the kitchen was broken. I threw it in the trash. Did you break it?"
Si Fan was silent for a moment, unperturbed, "…No."
Jiang Qin was even more puzzled, "Then who broke it?"
