Hearing Li Wenjing's eager inquiry, everyone in the living room looked over in surprise, wondering why she had suddenly become so emotional.
Ever since learning of Feng Qingqing's identity, Li Wenjing's expression had remained indifferent throughout. She had shown no special reaction, not even looking out of the ordinary when Uncle Fang asked Feng Qingqing to take his pulse. Having observed Feng Qingqing's treatment process from start to finish, she merely concluded in her heart that this young woman probably had some genuine skills, even though it was still a far cry from being able to cure her youngest son. Still, out of basic courtesy, she had not rejected the girl's good intentions.
It was only now, upon hearing the young woman mention Uncle Fang's lungs, that she suddenly grew anxious. As the person sharing Uncle Fang's pillow, she knew his body inside and out—no one understood him better than she did. Uncle Fang had been busy with work year round, sometimes even failing to take care of his health. Especially in recent years, she knew all too well that not only did Uncle Fang cough from time to time at night, but he also suffered from chest tightness and shortness of breath. Coupled with his heavy smoking habit and strong nicotine addiction, Li Wenjing had long been worried sick about his health. If not for her youngest son's sudden accident this time, she would have long since dragged Uncle Fang in for a medical checkup just to be safe.
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