Yue Zhong's heart skipped a beat, and then he put on a sad expression.
"But what did I do wrong?"
Xu Pengju felt even worse, patting Yue Zhong's shoulders as he cried: "My dear nephew, Uncle has no choice, I really am sorry, I'm afraid I won't be able to face your father in the future, but I only have Baobao, and if anything happened to her, I wouldn't be able to live either."
Yue Zhong saw Xu Pengju crying so sorrowfully that he was unable to vent the indignation in his heart: "Uncle, don't be sad, what exactly happened?"
Xu Pengju wiped away tears as he spoke: "Baobao fell into the lake some time ago, and ever since she was pulled up, her health has been poor. Although she woke up, it's either typhoid fever today or sore arms and legs tomorrow; a perfectly fine person can't even get out of bed now, and has become so thin, just bones left. I've invited doctors from all over the city, but none can cure her."
