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"What does that mean" Ye Wei asked.

Bai Ye said, "You conducted the psychological evaluation for Xiao Bai, so you should know under what circumstances he would want to commit suicide. Regardless of the reasons, one thing is certain: his mental state has been severely damaged and he has developed a sense of aversion towards this world. His psychological report has always been excellent; the healthier and stronger he was before, the more severe will be the collapse once it happens. After recovering from his injuries, he needs to quit drugs, recover from his wounds, rehabilitate, and face numerous issues. He will become irritable, isolated, self-hating, and self-doubting. The memories of his imprisonment will also trouble him. There's addiction, beatings, and… abuse. It is not easy to recover when both physiological and physical limits have been exceeded; therefore, Xiao Bai won't be able to laugh as joyfully as before, nor will he continue to amuse you."

"As long as he’s alive, it's all right," said Mo Jue. Mo Yao was holding his head at one side, and Shiyi held onto his hand to prevent him from hurting himself. Mo Yao kept blaming himself: "It's my fault, it's entirely my fault…"

"Whose fault doesn’t matter; what’s important is that he’s all right. Besides the infected thigh, Xiao Bai also got addicted to drugs, which I believe is a very difficult addiction to overcome. Let's wait for Su Man's report," said Bai Ye with an unsatisfactory expression.

Mo Ye asked, "How serious"

"Xiao Bai’s bodily functions are all abnormal—liver, kidneys, heart, stomach… All organs are deteriorating, especially his lungs; there has been severe bleeding," said Bai Ye. "If it's caused by drugs, I'm wondering how he should quit them."

Ye Wei looked extremely grim: "He can't stop at all. If he continues using drugs, his body will eventually be depleted and die from deterioration. But if he stops the drugs, his body won’t withstand the torment of drug withdrawal."

Bai Ye solemnly nodded; that was basically the case.

Mo Jue frowned; even the usually expressionless Second Young Master began to worry as well.

"Go and see if your virus is effective," Ye Wei impatiently pushed him aside, and Bai Ye supported her shoulders with both hands, as he always did before, gently accommodating her rough behavior: "Weiwei, don’t be sad. I’ll try my best to give you a healthy son."

"Go see him," said Ye Wei, and Bai Ye nodded, entering the ward. Then Ye Wei returned to the central courtyard; Mo Yao repeated Berlin’s matter without hiding his previous beating of Xiao Bai. He wished that Ye Wei would beat him up so he could feel better.

Ye Wei merely said she was fine and leaned against the fountain expressionlessly, waiting.

She didn’t like to追究責任 after an incident; it wouldn't help anything. She had always prepared for contingencies or dealt with them directly through violence. Self-blame and guilt were rare for Ye Wei; she was a very extreme person.

What she wanted now was revenge for her son, and virtues like forgiveness and pardon were not something Ye Wei possessed from birth.

White Night was relieved that, although the virus was unstable, it could barely save Little White's leg. Originally, White Night only hoped that this virus would buy some time for him to find a better way to treat Little White’s leg; now he had succeeded.

Little White wouldn’t have to undergo amputation. He used all the best medicines on Little White and did his utmost to make him regain consciousness. Su Man finished analyzing the drug after one day, finding that it was a highly pure neurotoxin containing a virus that rapidly deteriorated bodily organs. In other words, every time he injected Little White with drugs, the latter’s vital functions would be attacked by viruses.

The drug alleviated his pain but accelerated his physical deterioration; hence, along this journey, Little White was almost always unconscious and felt as soft and limp as a noodle, without any strength in his limbs at all.

The drugs had drained his body of energy, leaving Mo Yao feeling extremely guilty. He hadn’t known that the drug would be so harmful, yet he had administered it to Little White for many days in a row; no wonder Little White was always drowsy and sleepy.

Su Man said, "What you did was right. It’s necessary to inject him with drugs as his body can’t withstand the pain of drug withdrawal. This is the only way. I’ll work on finding a detox program."

"Can he be cured"

After some thought, Su Man said, "I don’t know!"

Moe Yao closed his eyes in despair. How could there still be hope if even Su Man didn’t know He rescued him from the dragon’s den and tiger’s lair; he couldn’t let him die at home. Little White mustn’t die, absolutely not...

"Can I donate blood to help" Mo Yao asked.

Su Man said, "No use."

White Night pitied Mo Yao in his current state; of all the children from this generation, Little White was his favorite. He had also heard about Little White’s and Mo Yao’s story, so he felt deep compassion for both of them. This situation made him feel miserable.

He and Su Man had experienced many difficult times over the years but had never been as despondent as they were now.

"Mo Yao, don’t lose hope," said White Night. "Even though I can’t guarantee anything, you mustn’t give up hope either; otherwise you’ll have no hope left."

“I know,” Mo Yao said.

Su Man and White Night worked together to study a detoxification program. The next morning, Little White woke up to find Ye Wei and Mo Jue by his bedside. He had an unreal feeling of unreality. Holding his hand, Ye Wei asked, “Little White, who am I”

"Mommy..."

Yue Wei sighed in relief, as the virus was said to affect the nervous system. Yue Wei had worried that she would wake up completely blank, "Are you feeling better"

The White One didn't answer, instead his gaze moved around, Eleven and Mo Ye were by the bedside, but there was no sign of Mo Yao. Eleven explained, "Baiye found Mo Yao; he'll be here soon."

Mojue said, "You’ll be okay."

The White One looked at his father without speaking. Mojue felt a bit uneasy; this was as far as he could go to comfort someone. Although he was also worried that the White One might really pass away, no comforting words came to mind.

The White One's gaze swept across everyone present but did not speak. Eleven and Mo Ye, along with Yue Wei, had tried talking to him, but he didn't respond much. He seemed very tired and there was no hint of a smile on his face; instead, it looked sallow and emaciated. If this were an ordinary injury, Yue Wei would have taken out her camera long ago to capture the moment for later teasing of Mo Xiaobai. But she wasn’t in the mood now; they could all sense that there was something different about the White One. He was very quiet...

The White One had been seriously injured before, losing consciousness for days and nights at a time, yet upon waking up he would try to appear as though nothing had happened while looking for someone to beat up on. He would use an upbeat tone to joke around with them, as if he hadn't been hurt.

He always managed to make the people around him laugh; Eleven was saddened by this thought. When they were feeling down, the White One could always cheer them up. But when the White One had no expression on his face, how could they make him smile

How could they become the source of the White One's happiness

"Xiaobai, would you talk to mommy" Yue Wei asked, her tough exterior softening in a rare moment of gentleness. Even Mojue felt jealous on the side, although he knew it wasn't right; Yue Wei had never been this gentle toward him even when he was injured.

The White One found the voice distant and muffled, making it hard to hear clearly. He didn’t want to move at all and just wanted to sleep, so he closed his eyes again. Eleven said, "He's very tired; Weiwei, let him rest."

Mo Ye said, "Xiaobai... really has changed."

The tone was heavy with concern. Baily came over to check on the White One while he had his eyes open, and Mo Yao was already by his side. The White One felt inexplicably reassured as he moved his foot but found that it had no sensation. He asked, "Did I move my foot"

Mo Yao replied, "It's okay; don't worry, everything is fine."

"Why can't I feel anything" The White One widened his eyes in alarm. Baily spoke softly, saying, "I administered medication that temporarily numbed your legs and caused a loss of sensation. Once the effect wears off, you will feel pain."

"Really"

"Really," Eleven took a photo to show him, "Look, both legs are fine, no amputation. Baiye said there would be no amputation."

Little White only truly felt relieved after seeing the photo. Mo Yao looked at him with utmost tenderness; everyone talked to him cautiously, afraid of hurting Little White's heart with a wrong word. Ye Wei and Eleven, as well as Mo Jue and Mo Yet, were not used to treating a child like this. But Baiye’s order was to cater to all his whims, whatever Little White said would be the truth. They had to speak gently to him and treat him as a child.

Ye Wei was confused; when did she start treating Little White as an adult She always saw him as her unwise little boy who never grew up.

"I don’t want to see you." Little White closed his eyes, saying it without any expression or inflection. Ye Wei’s eyes widened in shock and she was about to get angry when Baiye stopped her with a shake of his head; Little White didn't open his eyes again.

Mo Yao asked, "And I Do you not want to see me as well"

Little White remained silent. Baiye said, "Everyone except Mo Yao should leave."

Ye Wei was displeased. "Baiye..."

"Weiwei, leave," Baiye said sternly; Ye Wei stormed out angrily, followed by Eleven, Mo Jue and Mo Yet. Her heart ached terribly as Little White actually refused to see her.

How could he be so ungrateful When he recovers, she'll teach him a lesson for sure.

"Understandable," Mo Yet said, "If I were in his condition, I wouldn't want to see you guys either."

"What logic is that" Eleven snorted. The male ego was beyond comprehension.

A tear rolled down Little White’s cheek, making Mo Yao feel heartbroken. Baiye stroked his face gently and said, "Don’t be sad. Your mommy won't blame you. Just cooperate with uncle obediently. You’ll get better."

"I can't," Little White said, "I saw someone die from a drug overdose right in front of me. I witnessed their death throes. I don’t want to end up like that."

Baiye smiled, "Under my care, dying is not so easy. Open your eyes. Let me check you over." an unpredictable risk like that around.The Masked Ghost didn't say that; instead, he mocked her for not wanting to drag him into trouble.This kind of arrogance she liked."Alright, I'll take you!" Wit...