Her casual remark about the score sparked high expectations in a top student.

When Jiang Xiaoli was woken up by her alarm clock in the morning, she was in a daze. She felt like she had just closed her eyes and dozed off when it was already dawn.

She touched it; the spot next to her was still warm, but the culprit was nowhere to be found.

She stretched her body, which felt like it was about to fall apart, cursed the national treasure, and then slowly got up and put on her clothes.

Hearing the noise inside, Zong Jiayu came in.

Enjoying his help with dressing her, Jiang Xiaoli asked, "Have you heard something?"

"What?"

She explained, "A man's sperm count is fixed in his lifetime. If he uses too much when he's young, he won't have any left when he's old."

Zong Jiayu looked at her serious little face and smiled, "Don't worry, Little Pear, I will take care of my health and won't affect your happiness in your later years."

Jiang Xiaoli rolled her eyes. "Be careful of kidney deficiency!"

After dressing her, Zong Jiayu patted her head and then picked her up.

From getting dressed and washing up to eating breakfast, Jiang Xiaoli didn't move a finger the entire time.

She took a sip of soy milk and sighed, "Actually, it's not so bad to be a useless person who can't take care of himself."

Zong Jia chuckled, "You little lazybones!"

She pouted in dissatisfaction, and blurted out a fallacy, "Who is it that leaves me completely powerless? This is at most after-sales service!"

"Alright, alright, after-sales service. Does Your Highness have any other requests?"

"That's all for now," she added. "If I think of anything else, I'll let you know."

Zong Jiayu indulged her like that, saying, "Take a rest. I'll go with you today and be your driver."

She tilted her head to look at him, "Actually, I'm not that incapable of taking care of myself."

Zong Jia smiled and left a kiss on her forehead, saying, "I'm so helpless that I feel anxious when I can't see my little pear."

She couldn't help but smile. "Clingy!"

When Zhong Yuan, dressed and ready, knocked on the door, he was told that Zong had taken his job for the day.

But he didn't mind, "That's great, I'll invite my Xin Xin to go to the movies!"

When they arrived at Yang Guang's residential compound, the family of three was waiting at the entrance.

She quickly asked Zong Jia to stop the car, "Uncle Yang, why did you come down early? Didn't I tell you to wait for me at home?"

Yang Guang smiled and waved his hand, "The air is nice in the morning, let's take Kang Kang out for a look."

The Yang family lives in a residential area very close to Kyoto Union Hospital, just a few minutes away.

Jiang Xiaoli led them to Cheng Xin's office with practiced ease.

She had only knocked twice when Cheng Xin's voice came from inside, "Come in!"

Cheng Xin spent the entire morning giving Yang Xingkang a very thorough examination.

He looked serious. “The specific test results will have to wait for the reports to come out, but based on my experience, the doctors in your hometown probably didn’t make a misdiagnosis.”

Yang Guang's last hope was dashed. He steadied himself and asked, "Dr. Cheng, we understand that, but my son is still young. Do you have any way to slow down the progression of his condition?"

Cheng Xin nodded, "Actually, you discovered it relatively early. The child's condition is still in its early stages, which is very helpful in slowing down the progression of the disease."

Upon hearing this, Yang Guang looked at Jiang Xiaoli gratefully, "This is all thanks to Xiaoli for persuading me to take my family for regular check-ups, otherwise I really don't know when I would have discovered my child's illness."

“Yes, early detection, early prevention, and early treatment are responsible attitudes towards oneself and one’s family,” Cheng Xin praised.

He wrote something in the medical record book and then said, "I think the child's condition is okay now, so I won't arrange for you to be hospitalized. The child's mood will be better if he stays at home. It's not too late to be hospitalized after the test results come out and the treatment begins."

Yang Guang nodded repeatedly, "Thank you, Dr. Cheng. We will follow your instructions."

Yang Xingkang underwent numerous tests, with the most complex one requiring a week to yield results.

After leaving the hospital, Yang Guang took the child and Jiang Xiaoli home, while Chen Ting went to the nearby vegetable market to buy groceries.

Yang Guang went to pour water for the two of them. Yang Xingkang tilted his head and looked at them, asking, "My illness is incurable, so why are you making my parents go through all this trouble?"

Jiang Xiaoli looked at him and smiled, saying, "Kang Kang, have you heard of Stephen Hawking?"

Yang Xingkang shook his head.

She explained, "Mr. Hawking was a great physicist who was diagnosed with ALS in 1963 when he was only 21 years old. Doctors said he only had two years left to live."

But he did not give up on himself. Two years later, he not only survived, but also successfully obtained a doctorate and stayed on to work at Cambridge University.

For many years afterward, he remained active in the field of physics and achieved remarkable success. Even today, on the other side of the world, he continues his research.

A dazzling light flashed in Yang Xingkang's eyes. "Are you telling the truth?"

Jiang Xiaoli nodded affirmatively, "I couldn't possibly have made up someone out of thin air to lie to you. You can find out by asking around."

Seeing that his attitude had softened, she advised, "Kang Kang, Uncle Yang and Aunt Chen have been actively looking for ways to help you alleviate your pain. They have never thought of giving up on you, and you can't give up on yourself either, okay?"

Yang Xingkang nodded, his voice choked with emotion, "I know all of this, but seeing my family like this because of me makes me really sad."

Yang Guang and Chen Ting, who had just returned from grocery shopping, came over and hugged him at the same time.

Chen Ting wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes. "Son, you are the apple of your parents' eye. Don't worry about anything else, just focus on getting better."

Yang Guang patted his head. "Kang Kang, Dad knows you're a sensible and good boy, but like your sister Xiao Li just said, no one has given up on you. Even though you're sick, your future has endless possibilities. Son, be strong!"

Yang Xingkang tried to cheer himself up, "Dad, Mom, I understand."

Seeing that her son was feeling better, Chen Ting felt relieved and went to the kitchen to cook. "You guys chat first, I'll go prepare lunch."

Yang Xingkang and his son were very interested in what Jiang Xiaoli had just said about Hawking, and kept asking her about it.

Jiang Xiaoli told them all the stories about Hawking's life that she had crammed for at the last minute, with Zong Jiayu adding to them from time to time.

Role models and spiritual pillars played a very significant role in inspiring him, and he visibly looked much more affectionate and cheerful during the meal.

Yang Guang and Chen Ting saw all of this and felt even more gratified.

After lunch, Yang Guang saw Jiang Xiaoli and Zong Jiayu off.

Once downstairs, he said, "Xiao Li, I've thought a lot about this. I wonder if there's anything I can do for you? Once Kang Kang's treatment is on track, I'll have time to go back to the military base to complete the necessary paperwork."