Who was in Lu Mingyou's social circle?
Some were former classmates and colleagues, but even more were fellow patients. Eastern Continent was vast; even if the proportion of people with similar experiences was small, the absolute number was still enormous. Besides, this was the information age.
The moment Lu Mingyou posted on his social feed, Zhao Han discovered the next day that her workload might increase a hundredfold! That was right—several hundred people had messaged Lu Mingyou asking for confirmation, and dozens had directly packed their bags, followed Lu Mingyou's location, and flown over.
After all, Eastern Continent in this world was far wealthier. Although treatment for this sort of developmental delay in young children was expensive, there were many medical subsidies and charitable donations, so many families had managed to hold on until now.
After all, children were the most innocent and the most likely to stir compassion in people's hearts.
The impact was imaginable when a piece of land suddenly appeared in the vast ocean.
What could she do now? No one was more pitiful than anyone else. If she could treat Wang Qingzhu's family, why could she not treat fellow patients with the same condition? It could be said that every family that had held on until now had exceptionally good moral character, a strong marriage, and support from both sets of grandparents.
Without those conditions, they would have sent the child to an orphanage long ago and had another, healthy one.
After receiving the second family, Zhao Han simply could not bring herself to refuse.
Those eyes were filled with hope, yet so humble that they seemed terrified she would refuse. They carried the hopes of a family of three, perhaps even a family of seven.
Some said that even if she could not cure them,