"Plus, I get a daughter out of it for nothing." Zhang Ci Hao paused, his voice heavy with grief. "Mom, the doctors in town said I'll never be able to have children of my own."
"…What did you say?" The moment the village chief's wife heard this, her ears began to ring violently, and her legs gave out. She tried to walk toward her son, but stumbled.
"Show me your medical records. No, wait, that won't do. We're going to the clinic to get you checked right now." She grabbed her son's arm, ready to drag him out the door.
Zhang Ci Hao didn't move. Instead, he led his mother to a chair and gently pushed her down into it. He was being willful this time, but he had no regrets.
"I found out a while ago. It was when I broke my left arm jumping over a wall. I was worried I might have hurt something else, and since I had some extra cash, I decided to get a full-body checkup. That's when I found out. I tore up the medical record right after walking out of the ward."
