“Extremes always lead to their opposites. If I continue to increase the dosage, I can control Eleven’s condition, but the impact on his body is beyond my control. I cannot take that risk.”

"Then take your time to study it. In short, you can't put pressure on yourself."

"Hmm." Qiao Wanwan sighed. "I'll go keep him company first."

"good."

Feeling unwell, Shiyi clung to Qiao Wanwan even more than usual, asking, "Wanwan-jie, am I going to die?"

How could that be?

“Grandpa died.” Eleven said seriously, “When he dies, he will be buried in the ground and will never see Sister Wanwan again.”

"No, it won't happen." Qiao Wanwan hugged him tightly. "Sister Wanwan won't let you die. Eleven will grow up healthy and be happy every day."

Shiyi didn't respond, closed her eyes, and slowly fell asleep.

Qiao Wanwan wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, her heart aching as if pricked by needles.

She lay down with Eleven in her arms and closed her eyes. Half asleep, she was suddenly jolted awake!

"What's wrong?" Zhan Jingting was about to lie down when she startled him. "Did you have a nightmare?"

“No…” Qiao Wanwan said excitedly, “I remembered what Master said, maybe we can try to treat Eleven!”

How to treat it?

“When I was very young, I saw Master treating other people with hereditary diseases. He said that since it is a hereditary disease, we must break through the root cause. Eleven inherited your disease, but not Wenxue's. I want to use Wenxue's blood to cure it!”

Zhan Jingting touched her face. "Wanwan, are you putting too much pressure on yourself? It's common sense that immediate family members can't donate blood directly. You couldn't possibly not know that, could you?"

"Of course I know, so I didn't plan to use a blood transfusion. Instead, I'll use Wen Xue's blood as a medicinal guide to blend with my prescription!"