Chapter 570: Chapter 570: Almost Died at Birth Chapter 570: Chapter 570: Almost Died at Birth Mo Jun hurriedly caught him, her heart filled with joy.
Little Ping’an still remembered her and still liked her very much. She felt incredibly flattered and cherished.
The little guy also hugged her tightly, rubbing his small head continuously against her shoulder.
Mo Jun, tickled by his rubbing, said affectionately, “Baby, I’m so glad you remember auntie. Auntie has missed you so much recently, but she didn’t have time to come see you. Did you miss me?”
Little Ping’an nodded vigorously and looked up at her with attachment. He even reached out his little hand to touch her face, which softened Mo Jun’s heart even more.
Su San watched in surprise, “I didn’t expect Little Ping’an to like Miss Luo so much. He usually ignores everyone! We even thought he was an autistic child.”
Mo Jun shook her head firmly, “He’s not autistic; I think he’s a very smart kid.”
“Really?” Su San asked, puzzled. How had he not noticed?
Little Ping’an didn’t care what they were saying at all, immersed in his own joy, continually caressing Mo Jun’s face with his little hand. He seemed very interested in her appearance and it was obvious he liked her a lot.
Mo Jun liked him too. She sat down with him in her arms and took out all the gifts she had bought for him to show him.
“Baby, these are all gifts auntie bought for you. Do you like them?” Mo Jun asked expectantly.
Little Ping’an glanced at the gifts and nodded his head.
“Is there anything you particularly like? Auntie will buy it for you next time,” Mo Jun asked him.
Then, the little fellow pointed at each of the gifts with his finger, indicating that he liked them all.
“Good, I’ll buy them for you next time!” Mo Jun said happily, feeling as if she wanted to give him the whole world.
To cherish the time with the little one, Mo Jun played some games with him for a while.
However, Little Ping’an was not well, and after playing for a while, he felt very tired and weak, and kept coughing.
Su San immediately became anxious, “He can’t play anymore. Let him rest quickly; his body can’t take it.”
“What’s wrong with him, exactly?” Mo Jun asked with concern, “Why is he sick at such a young age, and what exactly is his illness? Can even Doctor Su not cure him?”
Su San sighed like an old soul, “Little Ping’an’s illness has been with him since his mother’s womb. It’s said that when he was born, he nearly died. Later on, after many efforts, he was saved. But, as they say, all medicines come with side effects, and he has taken too many medicines, so his body is in very poor condition. Moreover, he has recurrent bouts of illness, so he must rest properly or else…”
Mo Jun couldn’t help but change her expression.
She had not anticipated that Little Ping’an, at such a tender age, would suffer from such a serious ailment. This illness was hard to specify; it was just an extremely weak constitution–he couldn’t be exposed to wind, withstand the cold, get too tired, or even walk a few steps without becoming exhausted.
And without careful attention, the illness could quickly become critical, even leading to death.
This condition also demanded constant, peaceful rest and a lot of money for maintenance or it would worsen…
Moreover, the illness was almost incurable, as it related to his constitution, and only by completely changing his constitution could he be healed.
Now, Mo Jun had indeed developed a Regeneration Elixir that could change a person’s constitution, but it clearly couldn’t be used on him.
He was too young to handle such a strong potency.
Even if he grew to adulthood, it was not certain he could endure it.
The Pill of Life also couldn’t be used on him, as he would not be able to withstand it either.