The bustling streets are bustling with people, cars and BMWs are flowing continuously, and the colorful night lights of the buildings on both sides are constantly flashing.
"Dad...over there at school..." Ke Xiaoxia seemed to have thought of something.
Ke Jingye turned to glance at her and gave an unprecedented answer: "There, I have already gone through the withdrawal procedures for you."
"Jiang Zi." Ke Xiaoxia turned around. The two of them had their own thoughts and fell into silence again.
Ke Jingye glanced at her pretending to be casual, a trace of kindness flashed deep in his eyes.
remember--
"Doctor! Doctor! Do you know what's wrong with my daughter?" An anxious-looking Ke Jingye asked the attending doctor in a white coat with a helpless expression in the New York City Hospital.
"Sorry, Mr. Ke, Ling Qianjin seems to have a very strange disease. However, no similar cases can be found in all the medical files." The attending doctor can also understand the eagerness of a father.
Feelings, but helpless.
Ke Jingye was desperate. He looked at the white hospital bed, where his own flesh and blood was filled with various medical instruments. He saw it in his eyes and felt pain in his heart: He was already 4 years old, why was his body still like that of a baby?
Why?
He thought of that night, Mei's charming figure in the corridor: it must be her, wouldn't she even let her own daughter go?
At that time, he was holding on to the wall helplessly and sobbing: For several years, he traveled all over the world, trying to find someone who could cure his daughter, but he could never find a good doctor. Even the world's only superpower couldn't do anything... He was now
Heartbroken.
After returning to China, Ke Jingye worked hard, and now his daughter is his only sustenance. Although he is suffering from a strange disease, he is just alive. Whenever he sees Ke Xiaoxia's innocent smile, he loves and hates it: it really seems like
, just like her mother.
Although there was no hope of curing the child, Ke Jingye still treated him like a dead horse. He relied on the Internet, published information on major bbs and websites, described his son's condition in detail, and paid him a lot of money.
Every day, there is an endless stream of people coming for consultation, but undoubtedly most of them are scammers.
Over time, Ke Jingye simply stopped paying attention to this news, which has seriously affected his daily life and career.
Suddenly one day, he received a very strange phone call.
"Hello, Mr. Ke." This is a young and magnetic voice.
"Who are you?" Ke Jingye thought the other party was just a business client.
"I heard that Ling Qianjin is suffering from a very strange disease, but I think I have a way to cure it."
Ke Jingye wanted to hang up the phone immediately, but he was curious as to why his personal mobile phone was known to strangers, so he asked: "How do you know my mobile phone?"
"It's not important. If you want to cure Ling Qianjin, come to Xiangshan Park this afternoon." The other party's tone was very mysterious and clean.
"Wait..." Ke Xiaoxia was about to ask, but there was only a blind tone on the other end of the phone.
To go or not to go? This question made him hesitate for a long time. He looked at the sleeping child on the bed and then made a decision.
Ke Jingye arrived at his destination earlier than the scheduled 17:00. He closely watched the flow of people coming and going, but did not find anyone particularly suspicious. Until he noticed that someone seemed to be tugging at the hem of his clothes.