Once Bai Ruozhu was out of sight, Zhou Deshun's wife returned to the yard and said to Tao Hua's mother, who was in the room caring for Tao Hua, "They've done such a big favor for your child, Tao Hua, don't you think you should at least see them off?"
Tao Hua's mother, a little taken aback, replied, "We don't know if the treatment is going to work yet. If it ends up not working and my daughter has to go through all that pain for nothing, I would rather wait for a few more days. I still have hope that the dog's shoulder-pressing method could work."
"I told you that the dog's shoulder-pressing method won't work. Didn't we try it a few days ago? You said it didn't go well, but isn't that just making the child endure more pain for longer? Aren't you afraid it'll get even worse? Look at the puss in Tao Hua's wound, hasn't Ruozhu told the truth?!" Zhou Deshun's wife glared at her sister-in-law, wondering when she had become so muddled.