"Dad, it's me." Yang Xin'er's voice came through the phone.
Yang Lisheng was startled for a moment, "Is there a reason you're calling me?" Xin'er rarely called him.
"Dad, do you have time to come to Beijing? Xiao Xue had a car accident, she suffered a severe head injury, and the doctor said Xiao Xue's intelligence is now that of a three-year-old." Yang Xin'er said and couldn't help but start crying again.
Yang Lisheng wanted to tell Yang Xin'er to go find Song Yan Ning, who was in Beijing, but then he thought better of it and swallowed his words, "I'll make arrangements to see if I can come tomorrow. However, this kind of condition is difficult to treat, you need to be mentally prepared."
"Mhm." Yang Xin'er nodded. Whether or not it could be cured, having dad come would always bring more hope.
Yang Lisheng hung up the phone, thought for a bit, and then made a call to Song Yan Ning.
