This family's hereditary disease was like the Sword of Damocles, hanging over everyone's head.
No one knew when the Sword of Damocles would fall, severing their heads.
It could be said that all members of their family lived in fear.
But now, they finally had the opportunity to escape this fear and not have to live in its shadow.
They didn't have to worry about dying at any moment or fear for their children dying before them.
Thinking this, the crowd could no longer remain seated; they swarmed up and surrounded Zhao Tiezhu.
"Doctor Zhao, Doctor Zhao, we believe you can cure our illness!"
"Yes, please, I'm begging you, I'll kneel down right now if you like!"
"Doctor Zhao, I'm not the important one, please look at my son, my son is still so young, I don't want him to suddenly fall ill!"
In an instant, the villa descended into complete chaos, giving Zhao Tiezhu a huge headache.
He was at a loss as to whom he should answer first.