Little Taotie waited for a long time but didn't receive a reply from Helen.
By evening, Little Taotie sent another message.
Helen replied with a video call, her eyes red and swollen, and her voice choked, "Little Taotie, he's getting discharged from the hospital."
Little Taotie blinked, a bit confused, but soon understood that it was Helen's little boyfriend who was being discharged.
But isn't that a good thing?
After hesitating for a moment, Little Taotie cautiously asked, "Is... it a bad thing?"
Helen nodded, "A very bad thing."
Helen sniffled, her voice hoarse, "There are only two reasons a hospital agrees to discharge someone: either they've recovered, or there's no hope."
Little Taotie softly asked, "Is he... the latter?"
Helen lowered her head, "Yes."
Little Taotie's heart jolted.
Helen's health wasn't good, to begin with, and now receiving such bad news, could she handle the blow?
Little Taotie didn't know how to comfort her; all words seemed pale and inadequate.
