Faced with the innocent question from an eight-year-old child, Chen Ci seriously gave his answer: "Yes, I accidentally lost her, but I will definitely find her."

Fang Miao thought about it seriously: "What if we can't find one? Can we not consider my sister?"

Chen Ci gently patted Fang Miao's head: "You'll definitely find one. And your sister will definitely find a suitable man, so you don't need to worry about it."

Fang Miao sighed deeply, and said in a very mature tone, "But I know my own body. I don't know how much longer I can stay with my sister, or whether I can see her find someone she can entrust her life to..."

Chen Ci was moved by his mature sigh. He put down the half-finished milk tea on the table and said in a serious tone.

"Don't worry, I'm a miracle doctor, I can definitely cure your illness, you can stay with your sister as long as you want."

This was the first time Fang Miao had ever heard a doctor confidently claim that he could cure a patient's illness.

He laughed: "Brother, you're really silly. What if I remember this sentence? If I accidentally die later, can I come back and extort money from you?"

Chen Ci looked at him and smiled: "Fang Miao, are you really only eight years old?"

This logic and language organization ability are simply not what an eight-year-old should have.

Fang Miao stuck out her tongue: "You wouldn't understand, would you? I call it 'When the youth are strong, the nation is strong!'"

He made a large flicking motion, knocking the phone off the bed sheet and onto Chen Ci's feet.

He bent down to pick it up, but accidentally tapped the screen. A photo that suddenly appeared on the screen made him freeze in his tracks.