The mascot of the wishing shop is a cat.

Chapter 649 Changes in the Photograph

After all, even though his daughter now suffers from a strange illness and isn't here right now.

But as a father, he really didn't want his daughter to have to endure that suffocating scrutiny and speculation anymore—as if everyone believed his precious daughter was beyond help.

He had seen far too many of these kinds of situations lately...

"let me see."

Lin Xiyue did not respond to the other party immediately, but said this very gently.

Then, she immediately turned her gaze to the photo that Wei Jianjun had just handed her and frowned deeply.

Actually, she didn't think the little girl looked scary because of her illness.

What truly distressed her was that the photo clearly showed the little girl suffering immense pain and torment; she looked so pitiful and heartbreaking.

In the photo, the little girl sits quietly on the blue and white hospital bed, her eyes vacant and lost as she stares at the camera. A faint smile seems to linger on her lips, but it appears incredibly bitter and sorrowful...

As can be clearly seen from the photos, her face is covered with dense lumps.

Moreover, some sarcomas have even become partially translucent, and through that thin membrane, one can clearly see the thick, yellowish pus inside, as if it might gush out at any moment.

Due to the tumors covering her face, it was difficult to see the girl's exact expression, but her tightly furrowed brows revealed that she was still in great pain.

However, perhaps she didn't want her father, who was taking pictures of her, to see her distress and wanted to comfort him.

She tried her best to suppress her physical discomfort and managed a weak smile.

At this moment, her once jet-black and lustrous hair had been completely shaved off, revealing her bald scalp.

And these horrible sarcomas continue to spread and erode her scalp.

Just as Wei Jianjun described earlier, what are now on the scalp are just tiny particles scattered like countless fine needle holes.

The closer to her face, the larger these tiny bumps became, growing wildly like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, clinging tightly to her scalp like a swarm of greedy, venomous insects, biting her head and sucking the blood flowing within.

These pimples aren't just limited to the scalp; they seem to be spreading downwards.

Lin Xiyue was surprised to find that the pimples had started from Wei Jingjing's originally fair and delicate face and meandered down to her neck. Even the edges of her collar, which were covered by her clothes, showed some small but still present pimple marks.

It's easy to imagine that if left unchecked, these pimples would soon sprout up like mushrooms after rain, eventually evolving into the hideous, repulsive tumors that now graced her cheeks...

"Hmm... I don't think this is caused by any illness."

Seeing this, Lin Xiyue silently suppressed the pity in her eyes and whispered to Wei Jianjun.

Because she knew very well that what Wei Jianjun needed most at this moment was not cheap sympathy from others, but a reliable and certain message that could effectively cure his precious daughter.

"Huh?! What?! What are you talking about?! Isn't this a disease?!"

As expected, upon hearing Lin Xiyue's words, Wei Jianjun instantly became extremely excited and stood up abruptly, his words filled with barely suppressed elation.

“Yes, this is definitely not an ordinary illness. If I’m not mistaken, she must have been exposed to contamination to become like this.”

Lin Xiyue nodded earnestly in response, and then added, "That's why we must find the source of the pollution as soon as possible and completely eliminate it..."

"So, are you familiar with the pollution you just mentioned? Are you confident that you can treat it?"

Upon hearing this, Wei Jianjun felt a pang of anxiety, but he still earnestly asked the question that concerned him most.

After all, she had heard doctors say similar things many times before, but this time, Lin Xiyue was very certain about the specific cause of the illness.

Therefore, a glimmer of hope instantly ignited in Wei Jianjun's heart—perhaps the mysterious wishing shop owner in front of him really was the destined person they had been waiting for, the one who could cure their daughter.

After thinking about this, Wei Jianjun couldn't wait to get a definite answer from the other party to confirm what he was thinking.

However, faced with Wei Jianjun's eager and expectant gaze and tone, Lin Xiyue did not give a direct answer but remained silent for a moment before slowly nodding in acknowledgment.

"Hmm...theoretically speaking, there shouldn't be any major problems. I just don't know where she is right now. Is she already in the hospital receiving routine treatment?"

Then, she asked a few more questions to confirm.

"Wait! Wait! Calm down, please stay calm."

Seeing that Wei Jianjun immediately stood up and seemed about to lead the way, Lin Xiyue hurriedly shouted loudly, trying to stop him.

Upon hearing the sound, Wei Jianjun immediately stopped and quickly turned his head, looking directly at Lin Xiyue.

At this moment, it seemed as if he would do anything Lin Xiyue asked him to do, as long as it could cure his daughter's illness and restore her health, without hesitation or reservation.

"It's getting late. How about this, please tell me the specific ward number of the hospital where Guo Jingjing is. I will visit her first thing tomorrow morning and then confirm whether it is as I think."

After all, I need to bring some necessary items for the check-up tomorrow, so I can't go right now.

After speaking, Lin Xiyue raised her hand and gently pointed to the huge clock hanging on the wall, indicating to Wei Jianjun to pay attention to the current time; at the same time, she patiently explained the reason to him so that he could calm down his anxious mood.

"Okay, okay! I'll do whatever you say. I'll be waiting for you in the ward tomorrow."

Wei Jianjun nodded hurriedly in agreement, indicating that he would completely follow Lin Xiyue's arrangements.

Immediately afterwards, he gave the exact ward number of the hospital with a sigh of relief, then hugged his large bag tightly and strode toward the hospital with a heart full of hope.

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