"Yes, you are our family's treasure, Jane. No matter what, we will never give up on you. No matter how difficult it becomes, we will never give up on you." Old Master Black raised his hand and wiped the tears from the corner of Jane Sampson's eyes.
"Let grandfather take a look at the wound on your arm." Old Master Black was most worried about this, then reached out and touched Jane Sampson's forehead. "I heard that you had a fever two days ago? And it lasted for an entire day and night? How about now, do you still have a fever?"
"No fever now. After taking care of my body for half a year, my constitution has improved a lot. The fever only lasted one night, and then it was fine. James even praised how resilient my body was this time." Jane Sampson raised her hand and forcefully wiped away the tears falling down with the back of her hand, not wanting to show her arm to Old Master Black.
