After listening to the woman's words.
Chen Feng squinted his eyes and thought for a moment, about four or five seconds, then looked at the woman and asked, "How old is Yingying now?"
"Four and a half!"
The woman answered.
"Four and a half, which means that over the past two and a half years, Yingying's condition has been worsening, leading to further deterioration today, even fainting during the day. We need to identify the cause quickly, or else..."
At this point.
Chen Feng turned his head and glanced at Yingying, who was still in a coma on the bed, let out a long sigh, and said, "I'm afraid the situation will get much worse!"
Upon hearing this.
The woman's face instantly changed, and with a muffled thud, she directly slid off the chair, knelt in front of Chen Feng, and pleaded, "Sir, please help, save Yingying. I only have this one daughter; I really don't want to lose her!"
"Please rest assured, since I'm here, I will certainly do my best!"
Chen Feng promised.
