Yin Yue sat by her son's bedside, quietly watching him.
When she and Shen Shiqing heard in China about their son's development of the vaccine, both of them were moved to tears.
They felt a sense of guilt towards him.
Other children would travel everywhere from a young age, go to amusement parks, go on outings and such.
But she and Shen Shiqing were too busy, always revolving around their clinic.
She apologized sadly, "Little Shengqi, your dad and I feel like we owe you a lot."
Shen Shengqi didn't understand why they said that, "Mom? What's wrong?"
Yin Yue blinked, trying hard to suppress the vulnerability she felt, and smiled, "We were always around the clinic, never had time to take care of you properly. Yet we haven't achieved much, failed to take good care of you, and couldn't even help you hold your head high in front of your classmates. You're right, both your dad and I, with our PhDs, are a waste."
