"He's not mentally ill, it's his body that's ill." Someone said from behind them.
Li Yuzhu and the Great Princess turned to look, only to see Mu Yuanxiu walking over with a basket on his back.
He supported the young man, took a look at Li Yuzhu, and said, "Li Yuzhu, you should be able to see it."
"He has a heart condition." Li Yuzhu felt the young man's pulse, "It's a congenital condition."
His face was pale, and his lips were purple.
A congenital heart disease, but not the serious kind.
In ancient times, without modern surgery, if his body was exposed to external stimuli, he wouldn't live long.
She noticed the young man's exquisite clothing. If not for some family wealth, a poor boy with this disease would have died young.
A child with congenital heart disease can't get too excited, can't engage in intense activities. Poor families can't afford to feed him, let alone keep a child who eats idly and needs medication alive.
