Hearing Ding Zhuzui's words, he wanted to support himself to stand up, but he had no strength at all, he could only lie there, always lying down.
"Yes."
Ding Zhuzui stood by the bed, nodding at Ding Xu.
"Just that the alchemist who can cure your illness, it's with a condition."
"What... condition?"
Ding Xu's eyes flickered as he asked.
Ever since he could remember, he had always been lying in bed like this. What is the scenery outside like? What are the differences between spring, summer, autumn, and winter? What interesting things happen on the streets outside, he never knew.
Once, he even thought he would always sleep on this bed until he died.
Rather than that, it would be better to go outside and have a look, even if he would close his eyes forever the next moment, he was willing.
But now, his father told him that someone could cure his illness, let him stand up, and perhaps, he could see the beautiful world outside, with bright sunshine shining on him.
