Transmigrating into a book: You are a cannon fodder, but you have to run away

They went to hospitals all over the country, not to mention overseas, to treat Wen Xin's illness.

But the results were not optimistic, and the most common thing the doctor said was to let them be mentally prepared.

God knows, he is very scared every day when he returns home.

Afraid of hearing the bad news about Wen Xin.

For Wen Xin, every day should be the last day.

But for Wen Qiye, every day with Wen Xin was a day of fear for him.

"Don't worry, son."

How could Wen Xin not know what Wen Qiye was thinking?

She even knew that in order to cure her.

Wen Qiye read a lot of books about medicine in private.

He even gave up his favorite major and planned to apply for medical school in college.

But she knew very well that Wen Qiye obviously didn't like medicine.

But in order to live up to his expectations, she chose to study medicine, which he didn't like.

Just for this reason, Wen Xin hated herself for having such a strange disease for which she had no idea what the cause was.

"Mom, don't worry, I will find a way to cure you."

Wen Qiye just didn't believe that with medical technology so advanced nowadays, there was no reason why Wen Xin couldn't be cured.

"okay."

The mother and son talked for a while, and Wen Xin felt a little tired.

Wen Qiye helped Wen Xin lie down, and watched her gradually fall asleep. Then he took Wen Xuan's hand and left Wen Xin's room.

"Aunt Zhao, my mother..."

Wen Qiye would ask Aunt Zhao every day about Wen Xin's day.

"Madam's condition is the same as usual. Every time, she wants to eat something, but every time, she can only eat one or two bites."

"Madam has no appetite today. She didn't even eat the bird's nest porridge that she usually eats a mouthful or two."

When Aunt Zhao said this, her eyes were full of worry.

Wen Xin was originally 170cm tall and weighed 110kg.

But now I weigh less than 60 kilograms.

Wen Xin probably won't be able to hold on for long relying only on the nutrient solution.

This morning, when Aunt Zhao was combing Wen Xin's hair, she almost couldn't hold back her tears when she saw the clumps of hair falling out.

Fortunately, she reacted quickly and put all the fallen hair into her pocket without letting Wen Xin see it.

Wen Qiye nodded and took the well-behaved Wen Xuan upstairs.

Wen Xuan returned to his room, took his homework to Wen Qiye's room, and studied quietly.

After finishing his homework, Wen Qiye began to read medical books and also learned how to manage a company.

He is the eldest son of the Wen family, and when he turns 18, he will inherit the Wen Group.

This was the decision made by Wen Xin and her grandparents.

This also causes him to be more tired than anyone else.

But he never complained of being tired.

Even though he is just a 16-year-old boy.

Even if he has responsibilities that are greater than himself.

He still never complained of being tired.

Because, in his opinion.

This is what he should do.

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"Huh? The magic power has increased a lot."

When Mo Ling returned home, he did not notice at first that his magic power had increased.

It wasn't until she finished uploading the comics and washing up that she realized anything.

"what happened?"

Mo Ling was a little puzzled.

Although she met Wen Qiye today, she didn't remember having any contact with him.

"Could it be Wen Qiye's clothes?"

Mo Ling looked at the school uniform that had been washed and was drying on the balcony.

Is this dress a spirit?

Is there this function?