If that were true, did that mean she would already be dead if it were not for Sean?
"Sean, you..."
Old Madam Quinn stared at Sean for a few seconds. She wanted to say something, but Sean waved his hand slightly.
"Physical diseases are nothing. They could be cured easily.
"But if something's wrong with the person's mind, there's no remedy."
As soon as he finished, Sean slowly propelled his wheelchair and headed out of the ward.
He was humble and did not take any credit.
"Grandma, I'm going home with Sean."
Seeing that Old Madam Quinn was all right now, Willow bid goodbye and followed Sean.
Physical diseases were easy to cure but not problems with one's state of mind!
Looking at the two people leaving, everyone in the ward fell silent as they thought of what Sean had just said.
...
Willow's home.
Sean sat in the wheelchair while Willow brought a stool and sat next to Sean.
"Sean, thank you so much!"
Sean had heard Willow say thank you more than ten times on their way home.
Willow had no idea how to thank Sean. She could only thank him.
Sean slowly turned his head and stared intently at Willow.
Willow lowered her head a little shyly when she met Sean's gaze.
"I can kill with a sword in my left hand.
"And I can save people with silver needles in my right.
"But now I just want to use these two hands to protect you.
"Willow, would you let me do that?"
Sean's tone was soft, but it exuded extreme seriousness.
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