Ji Shuanglin and Meng Qingmei spent a few minutes digesting the answer.
"Are you saying Yan Huan can't leave Nancheng?" Meng Qingmei looked at Yan Huan, "What's going on? What kind of illness is this?"
"I don't know either. Ji Chuan said it's a psychological illness. If I leave Nancheng, I can't stop wheezing when the weather is dusty." Yan Huan truthfully revealed her condition.
She didn't know if Meng Qingmei would accept her.
If her illness could be cured, that would be the best outcome, but what if it couldn't?
A condition that's been going on for over twenty years, can it be cured overnight?
Therefore, she worried about what if Meng Qingmei didn't agree? After all, not everyone can make such a sacrifice.
"Are you undergoing treatment now?" Ji Shuanglin asked Yan Huan.
"Yes. I'm in treatment," Yan Huan replied, "To be honest, I don't know if it will be effective. Everything is just a trial now."
