The child didn't speak, and the father was getting anxious, wanting to answer Du Heng's questions on his child's behalf.
But Du Heng ignored him and didn't wait for him to speak. He asked the child in a different way, "Little friend, can you tell Uncle if you like going to school?"
The child shook his head, his resistance clear.
"You don't like going to school? Is it because your classmates laugh at the fuzz on your teeth?"
The child nodded.
"Don't mind them. Uncle will help you get rid of this fuzz, and then you can go to school happily, alright?"
The child looked at Du Heng intently and then nodded.
"Then can you tell Uncle what you usually like to do the most?"
The child thought for a moment. "Sleep."
This was the first time the child had spoken since entering the consultation room, and the answer was somewhat surprising.
Sleep? Is he very tired? A child this age should have abundant energy, so why would they be thinking about sleeping?
