Her eyes suddenly brightened, and she rushed forward: "Sis, I've just finished applying the medicine. Let's go out quickly."
"Xiaodi, do you trust me?" Yang Xiaona asked, holding her hand.
Yang Xiaodi looked at her in confusion: "I, of course, trust you, sis."
"Then let's not go back just yet; you need to be hospitalized," Yang Xiaona said.
"Sis, I'm really fine, I'm in good health. There's no need to spend money on the hospital..." Yang Xiaodi looked around, feeling more and more uneasy. She felt that in such a hospital, even if she were to be sold, it wouldn't cover the cost of treatment.
"Xiaodi, listen to me; I have money now, we can get treatment. Trust me, okay?" Yang Xiaona looked pointedly at her emaciated figure, emotional stability slipping again.
Yang Xiaodi was still hesitant; she wanted to say something but seeing Yang Xiaona truly upset, she swallowed her words.
