Chen Meiyu lowered her head, hugging her knees, and let out a series of low sobs.
Chen Meiyu's mother worriedly squatted down to ask.
"What's wrong, Meiyu? If it hurts, just tell Mom."
"Not pain... too, too comfortable..." Chen Meiyu stammered.
"Hmm?" Chen Meiyu's mother was stunned upon hearing it.
Since she was twelve, Chen Meiyu's body began to deform; at first, it was streaks of brown ripples on her skin, which gradually turned into a keratinous layer, her skin darkened, her spine bent, her features distorted, ultimately becoming hideous.
This year, Chen Meiyu turned eighteen, and to treat her illness, Chen Meiyu's mother sold her house and divorced her husband, running around everywhere, and it has now been six years.
Countless doctors have examined Chen Meiyu, but today marked the first time Chen Meiyu said she felt comfortable during a treatment.
Previously, it was always painful.
