By the time the car pulled into the hospital, Jiang Xun had finished his milk tea.
His eyes were still red. He had only meant to put on an act, but somehow, the original owner's lingering emotions in this body had affected him again.
They got out of the car, and Jiang Xun tossed his empty cup to the side. It traced an arc through the air and landed squarely in the trash can.
He breathed a sigh of relief. At last, he no longer had to sit beside Jiang Shiyuan. The man's gaze, brimming with tender fatherly affection, had stayed fixed on him the entire time, and he really couldn't take it.
This was the best private hospital in City A. An appointment with a specialist had already been arranged, so they could go straight in.
One person was there for treatment, while the other three hovered anxiously beside him.
Jiang Xun, the actual patient, was the most relaxed of them all. He had a feeling this ear couldn't be cured.
A thorough examination followed.
The specialist studied the results and rubbed his shiny head, bald on top with only a ring of hair remaining. His expression was exceptionally grave.
Deng Shu asked urgently, "Doctor, what do the results say? There's still hope of recovery, isn't there?"
"Well... too much time has passed." The specialist chose his words carefully. "With prompt treatment, the chances of recovery would have been very high. But at this point, there's virtually no possibility."
It was an unexpected answer, yet an expected one too.
"Is there really no hope at all?" Jiang Shiyuan asked.
The specialist tugged at his hair, his tone still tactful. "Perhaps in the future."
In other words, there was no hope.
Jiang Xun worried that the specialist might pull out