"Who said you could take him to the hospital!" Zhan Jingting's face was ashen. "His face is unmistakably that of my son. Do you want the whole world to know that the Zhan family has a hereditary disease?"

"How am I supposed to know how healthy he is if I don't take him to the hospital? Are we just going to ignore him?!" Wen Xue shouted uncontrollably.

"Jiangdong, call a doctor."

"Yes, Master Zhan." After finishing the call, Jiang Dong explained to Wen Xue, "Miss Wen, we have a professional medical team that studies this disease. They will arrive soon to diagnose the young master. He is asleep now, so please take him to his room first."

Wen Xue hugged Eleven tightly, "No, I won't leave my child for even a moment!"

Qiao Wanwan looked at Eleven sleeping in Wen Xue's arms and couldn't help but shed tears of heartache.

"What's wrong?" Zhan Jingting was startled and quickly wiped away her tears. "Don't worry too much, he'll be fine."

Qiao Wanwan choked up and said, "He's so young, how can he endure this kind of pain?"

Zhan Jingting didn't speak, but his eyes darkened further...

......

The medical team arrived quickly and conducted a thorough examination on Shiyi.

It wasn't until noon that the leading doctor came into the living room to report to Zhan Jingting.

"Master Zhan, it's a pity that the young master still couldn't escape your genes."

Zhan Jingting slowly closed his eyes, concealing the unreadable emotions within them.

"What will happen with this illness?" Wen Xue asked anxiously. "What will my child have to endure?"

The doctor sighed, "He has an attack from time to time. When he has an attack, he has a splitting headache and feels like he is dying. For the past twenty years, Zhan Ye has been suppressing it with medication, but the medication is not only addictive, but also has side effects."

Wen Xue's legs went weak, and she slumped into the sofa. "And then? You'll die when you're thirty?"

The doctor remained noncommittal, saying, "So far, no one has been able to break this curse, and Zhan Ye's attacks have become more and more frequent in the past two years."

Wen Xue shook her head in anguish, “No, Eleven can’t die. I don’t ask him to live to be a hundred, but he absolutely cannot die at thirty!”

“Miss Wen, we have been studying Master Zhan’s condition, but so far we have not made any breakthroughs.”

Wen Xue covered her mouth and burst into tears.

Within half a day, the atmosphere in Wutong Bay became incredibly oppressive.

Eleven slept all afternoon and didn't wake up until evening. Her complexion had improved a lot, but she was still very weak. "Mommy, what's wrong with me?"

"I'm fine after the National Day holiday." Wen Xue smiled and kissed his forehead. "You're probably just tired from playing around these past few days. You'll feel better after a good rest."

"Sister Wanwan is amazing!" Eleven suddenly remembered something, "She gave me acupuncture, and then the pain stopped."

Qiao Wanwan was standing nearby. She went over and took his pulse, then said to Wen Xue, "His pulse is stable, but he's a little weak. It's not good to give medicine to a child this age. Try to use food to nourish him. I'll go tell the kitchen."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome." Qiao Wanwan hesitated for a moment, then said, "Miss Wen, please come with me for a moment."

Wen Xue got up and followed her to the corner. "Is something the matter?"

“Yes, I know a little medicine, but I can’t cure Zhan Jingting and Eleven’s illnesses yet, but I’m still researching it,” Qiao Wanwan said truthfully. “I wouldn’t dare say that my medical skills are better than the medical team’s, but when they have an attack, acupuncture is safer than suppressing it with medication.”

"So I have a suggestion. The situation isn't very stable right now, and for his health, I don't want you to take him away so soon. It'll be easier for me to take care of him if he stays here. What do you think?"

“I’ve seen your medical skills, and of course I’m willing to listen to you for the sake of Eleven,” Wen Xue said anxiously. “But Jing Ting won’t agree.”

A determined glint flashed in Qiao Wanwan's eyes. "I will try to persuade him."

Wen Xue shook her head, "Even if he agrees to let Eleven stay here, he will make me leave. I will never leave my son!"

“I understand how you feel. I’m not that cold-blooded to separate you and your child. I’ll go talk to Jingting first.”

"Miss Qiao, I believe you."

......

Qiao Wanwan went to the kitchen and cooked two bowls of noodles, then went upstairs and knocked on the door of the study.

The man in the wheelchair had his back to him, staring blankly at the night view outside the floor-to-ceiling window.

“You didn’t eat much tonight, so I cooked some noodles. Let’s eat some together.”

"I'm not hungry."

"But I haven't eaten anything, I'm hungry," Qiao Wanwan said coquettishly. "Will you eat something with me?"

Zhan Jingting then maneuvered his wheelchair over and said, "Eat."

"Hmm." Qiao Wanwan said while eating, "I want Eleven to stay in Wutong Bay to recuperate."

Zhan Jingting paused, his hand holding the chopsticks still. "Why?"

“He is young and his ability to cope is far less than yours. If he has an attack, I can alleviate his pain.”

What if I don't agree?

“You will agree.” Qiao Wanwan looked at him. “Jingting, I know you feel sorry for Eleven, but you’re just being stubborn and won’t admit it. Putting aside the fact that he was the one who tricked you into having him, you are actually the closest father and son. Even if the guidance of blood ties can deceive others, it can’t deceive your heart.”

“I can’t bear to let Eleven go now. I’m worried all the time about whether he’s having an attack or whether he can bear the pain. I believe you can’t bear it either, so Jingting, Eleven must stay.”

"Won't you feel uncomfortable seeing him?" Zhan Jingting asked bluntly. "He's my child with another woman. He'll be a thorn in our side, do you understand?"

“That’s what I thought before, so even though I really like him and I’m so reluctant to part with him, I didn’t interfere with your decision.” Qiao Wanwan sniffed and said, “But Jingting, the moment he fell to the ground, my heart ached so much, even more than when you had your episode. I even had a crazy thought at that moment: as long as he can be safe and healthy, I would give my life for him!”

"Although I don't know why I had such a thought, at that moment, I felt that nothing else mattered. I just hoped to have the opportunity to take care of him and cure his illness."

“Wanwan…” Zhan Jingting held her hand, “I know how kind you are, but I don’t want your kind actions to end up hurting you.”

"It has nothing to do with kindness; it's just that a voice inside me was telling me that I must take care of him!"

“You don’t understand. If he stays, there will be endless trouble.” Zhan Jingting closed his eyes. “You’ve seen it too. Wen Xue will not give him up. According to my investigation, the Wen family does not know that she has had a child. Once they find out that she has a child with me, it will cause a storm.”

“No storm can compare to Eleven’s fate!” Qiao Wanwan said firmly. “Jingting, I believe in you. No matter what happens, you can handle it. All I can do is stay by your side and face and bear everything unknown with you!”