Ye Qingqing continued, "This child's head is bigger than a watermelon, but her body is as thin as a stick. When I first saw her, I was particularly worried that such a thin body could support such a big head. But it turns out that my worries were unnecessary. This girl is now beautiful and healthy, and she is already in college. I will introduce you to her when I have the chance."

"Has her leukemia been cured?" Ye Mengjia asked softly.

"She should be considered cured. She hasn't taken any medication for two years. When she went to the hospital for a checkup, they said the lesions had stabilized. If they can remain stable for three years, she'll basically be considered cured. This girl is just like a normal person now. She can eat, sleep, jump, and play. She's also doing exceptionally well in her studies and just got into medical school."

Ye Qingqing was referring to Tian Tian. This child was admitted to Pingjiang Medical University, the same university Ye Qingqing had attended, and she was also planning to pursue further studies abroad. She was extremely busy every day.

Ye Mengjia looked envious and asked, "That lady's family must be very rich, right?"

Without money, how can she afford the expensive medical bills? Her biggest worry now is that her family is dirt poor, and she is the biggest burden on them.

Ye Qingqing's mind raced, and she roughly guessed the reason for the girl's sorrow. She said, "I have no money. My sister lost her parents when she was young and grew up with her brother in a poor mountain village. They rely on her brother's hunting for a living. After paying for medical expenses, she can only eat boiled noodles every day and can't even afford vegetables."

She wasn't lying; Zhu Zi and Tian Tian did indeed eat boiled noodles three times a day back then, because that was all she knew how to cook.

Ye Mengjia was very surprised. She didn't expect that this older sister was having a harder time than her. At least her family could eat vegetables every day and meat two or three times a week!

"Later, the brother and sister came to Pingjiang for treatment and happened to meet me. I used traditional Chinese medicine to treat the sister, which saved a lot of money on medical expenses and made their lives easier. However, the sister had a very good attitude. Every time she finished chemotherapy, she would comfort her brother and never complained. Even when she ate boiled noodles, she ate them with relish."

Ye Qingqing's lips twitched. She really wasn't lying. The reason why Tian Tian could eat boiled noodles with relish was because she had never eaten anything delicious before. Later, when she came to her house and ate something delicious, she found her brother's boiled noodles extremely disgusting.

Ye Mengjia suddenly felt more confident. This beautiful older sister could cure leukemia, so she must be able to cure her illness too, right?

"Sister Qingqing, you can cure me, right?"

“I can’t guarantee that, but I will do my best and I will definitely make you much better than before. But can you tell me why you feel guilty?” Ye Qingqing suddenly asked.

Ye Mengjia's hands trembled slightly, and she was less resistant than before, but she still wouldn't speak. Ye Qingqing continued to ask, "Do you feel like you're a burden to your parents? Because your illness has cost a lot of money, and that money was all earned by your parents through hard work. If it weren't for you, your parents and brother could have lived a good life, but now they can only live a hard life, right?"

Every word struck a chord with Ye Mengjia. Her eyes reddened again, and she nodded, whispering, "Dad used to smoke Liqun cigarettes, but now he only smokes cigarettes that cost two yuan a pack. Mom hasn't bought any new clothes since I got sick. My brother originally wanted to go to art school, but he gave it up and plans to go to a teachers' college because the tuition is lower. But I know my brother doesn't want to be a teacher; it's all because of me..."