Grace Gordon heard Harry's whispered last words and finally understood why he was hiding here.
Could it be that this silly boy actually took the responsibility of Old Madam Brown's illness upon himself?
Grace stretched out her hand and gently stroked Harry's head: "Great-grandmother's illness is not Harry's fault. Harry is too young... and not a doctor, so naturally he didn't know that Great-grandmother was sick!"
Harry looked up at Grace, his eyelashes lined with tears... but finally stopped sobbing.
After a long time, Harry looked at Grace determinately and said: "Then when I grow up, I want to be a doctor! This way... I'll know if my great-grandmother is sick or not! I'll be able to treat her personally!"
Grace laughed at Harry's childish words: "Good... Great-grandmother will definitely be very happy to hear this!"
As Grace and Harry were talking, the door of the operating room suddenly opened.
"Doctor... how's the doctor?" Jacob Brown approached first, "How is my mother?"