The sickly little one was adopted by a wealthy foreigner and became a favorite.

The doctor's tone made it sound as if Wutu was a regular at the hospital.

Or perhaps, the black worm left a very deep impression on these people?

Wu Yaochen turned his head, looking at the little guy with a hint of expectation, as if hoping he could say something different to the doctor.

After all, Wu Tu wasn't alone this time.

But the little guy never looked at Wu Yaochen. He even smiled when he saw the doctor. The way the two were so familiar made Wu Yaochen seem like a stranger.

The black rabbit said, "The money borrowed will be repaid later."

"How long do I have to stay in the hospital? Can I be discharged tomorrow?"

Before the doctor could answer, Wu Yaochen disagreed:

"You just checked in! With such a severe stomach perforation, how can you be discharged so soon!"

After Wu Yaochen finished speaking, he realized that his tone might have been too harsh.

He could only soften his tone and plead with Wu Tu to be hospitalized:

"Your uncle is here. Your uncle will pay for your treatment. Get well soon before you go back, okay?"

The doctor glanced at Wu Yaochen and immediately felt indignant on behalf of Wu Tu:

"He came to see a doctor for stomach pain and depression, but his parents never accompanied him. The little guy always only had a few dollars or cents on him, and he couldn't even afford food. He fainted on the way and was brought here by someone."

"We thought the little guy was an orphan and wanted to raise some money for him, but he refused."

"Someone asked the police station, and his family came over, but not to treat his illness; they came to scold him. The little guy was slapped several times in the reception hall and then dragged home."

"His illness hadn't been cured yet at that time."

"The reason it's so serious now is because it was dragged out like this."

The doctor recalled the previous scene, saying that anyone would feel sorry for a child who came to see a doctor alone or was hospitalized alone.

But even the delivery drivers who pass by feel sorry for the child. How could his family be so unreasonable?

Wu Yaochen listened, so engrossed that he couldn't even lift his head.

He finally understood why Wu Tu had kept him out of her heart until now.

Because the little guy is afraid that he'll end up like his aunt.

The little black crow that lost its mother thought it had found a new sanctuary, but instead suffered the torment of never seeing the light of day.

How can Wu Tu still trust him?

Wu Yaochen remained silent, knowing that he couldn't win Wu Tu back in the short term.

His first priority should have been to sever the connection between Wutu and that family, and then take Wutu away and raise him properly.

Given enough time, Wu Tu should understand that his uncle would never harm him...

After making this decision, Wu Yaochen planned to buy some good food, nutritional supplements, or anything else for the little guy.

Anything that he could buy, anything that Wu Tu wanted, Wu Yaochen could buy for him.

But Wu Tu didn't say a word or make any requests. When he returned with a basket of fruit and nutritious porridge in a disheveled state, the little guy didn't react at all.

Wu Tu can only eat liquid food now. Wu Yaochen posted online and asked, and they said that children like to eat sweet things, so he made juice for Wu Tu.

Wu Yaochen originally thought he would have to go through a lot of trouble to coax the little guy to drink. But Wu Tu wasn't the kind of person who would build his happiness on tormenting others.

He had no intention of taking revenge on his uncle.

Therefore, Wutu could not remain completely indifferent to her uncle's overtures.

The little guy looked at the juice in the glass, hesitated for a moment, and then drank it.

However, in the afternoon, the little one almost had to be resuscitated again due to an allergic reaction.

Even the doctors were at a loss:

"Your child is allergic to peaches, and you, as the parent, didn't know? Allergens can be deadly. If you really can't raise your child, you can call the child's parents over..."

Wu Yaochen was left speechless as the doctor berated him mercilessly.

Even when the doctor brought up the topic that upset the little guy, Wu Yaochen didn't dare to explain too much.

After all, the child has no parents, so Wu Yaochen should take on the responsibility of being the child's father.

But he was really incompetent.

He returned to the ward and glanced at Wutu.

The little guy looked even weaker, and the ventilator was beeping right next to him.

Wu Yaochen didn't know what to do either; all he could do was ask:

"Why didn't you tell me you were allergic to peaches? If you hate me, I just won't show up, but you can't joke around with your health, can you?"

Wu Tu lay on the bed, his gaze calm. Even after experiencing near-death experiences multiple times, he harbored no resentment or hysterical questioning.

It seems his spirit has long been worn away.

Upon hearing Wu Yaochen's question, the little guy explained calmly, as if discussing the weather as usual:

"I have never eaten a peach."

Wu Yaochen choked on his words.

His facial expression looked a bit distorted, as if he didn't know what kind of expression to make.

The mixture of various emotions makes it both comical and funny.

Like a clown.

Wu Yaochen fell completely silent.

He told Wutu to rest well, and then went outside.

Wu Tu overheard Wu Yaochen making a phone call to his older sister outside the ward, his voice filled with despair and fury as he roared:

"Is this how you treat Wutu?! Is this how you treat my sister's child?! You wait, I'm going to sue you, I'm going to put you in jail, I'm going to make you spit out everything that belongs to Wutu!"

"I'm severing ties with you all! The crow too!"

The little guy thought it was a bit noisy, so he covered his head with the blanket.

Even at a young age, he felt that life was meaningless.

Going to school is painful; there's no common language among peers. Children at this age are more like animals; as soon as they sense a child exuding weakness, they'll immediately bully and harass them.

They don't yet think these behaviors are wrong; they just find them fun and interesting.

Studying wasn't very interesting. Wu Tu didn't think she was a genius or a particularly smart child. She figured she'd probably live an ordinary, uneventful life.

Perhaps he will be trapped in this small city for the rest of his life, repeating the same boring and painful days.

He didn't want to listen to or care about the adults' complicated and calculating words.

Sometimes, Wu Tu really feels that it would be better if she were dead.

At least I'm free now.

He thought about it and realized that he really didn't have anything to worry about.

Besides, besides...

"dad……"

The little guy whispered this word in his blanket, just like he prayed to God every time he encountered difficulties.

Meanwhile, the black worm was praying to its guardian deity.