Chapter 212: 212. No manners

Finally, I took one last look at the woman standing there, mumbling to herself. She wasn't tall, barely reaching one meter fifty, wore glasses, and had the look of a prim and proper woman. She was dressed appropriately, and the bag on her back was probably a designer brand.

When it was her turn, she hurriedly walked up to me, a bit anxiously, and said:

"I wanted to bring my son for a consultation, he has been feeling somewhat unwell recently..."

Unwell?

I calculated with my fingers.

For most children, being unwell usually means nighttime crying.

It's rare for kids to have the misfortune of encountering a serious problem at a young age.

After all, they still have the beginner's luck aura.

But while there may not be major disasters, there are plenty of minor ones.

Humans tend to attract these unclean things when they're young, but generally, they don't mean to harm the children, so a bit of yellow paper is enough to send them away.