C12 Chapter 12

Meng was once a small patient in the same ward as him. A month ago, she had already passed away.

Xi Shenyuan's throat was a little dry and hoarse. Facing this small patient in front of him, he could not say a single word to comfort him.

Because, he didn't know what to say.

"Right..." The little guy suddenly seemed to have thought of something. He put his little hand into his pocket. Then..