"You keep asking questions, but all you want to do is doubt. You just think it's unreliable. If you have the capability, why don't you send someone awesome to treat my son?"
Auntie He roared angrily. She was about to explode!
Ever since her son fell ill more than ten years ago, whenever there was a prescription, there would always be people who said that it wasn't reliable, and that the more the child ate, the worse he would get. She, too, was worried and afraid. She wanted to try, yet didn't dare to, so she could only drag her feet.
She was afraid that her son would become worse, but she was also afraid that he wouldn't recover. Saying this or that wasn't reliable was easy, but no one had ever been able to give her any practical suggestions.
Auntie He was about to explode with anger. Thinking back to the past, she still felt extremely sad. She didn't want to listen to nonsense anymore. If this dragged on, her son might even be no more! No more!