Finally, Mu Chuanlin approached.
"Nurse, please arrange a full-body checkup for the child tomorrow. It was our neglect before, but from now on, we will be attentive," he said.
The nurse nodded and didn't say much more.
Xie Xinghui, looking at her sleeping brother, could hardly believe it.
She abruptly wiped away her tears and picked up her phone to call her aunt, Xie Cailing.
Xie Cailing answered the phone, "What's the point of calling so late at night?"
Xie Xinghui demanded, "Yangyang is in the hospital. Why didn't you tell me? Why aren't you here to take care of Yangyang? He's only nine years old. How could you be so heartless!"
It seemed Xie Cailing was watching TV on the other end, as the background noise was a bit loud. Chewing on a biscuit, she replied impatiently, "What are you on about? Am I supposed to revolve my life around your brother forever? Don't I have my own things to do?
