Yang Guobao's epilepsy originated from his mother's womb.
Over the years, they had consulted countless hospitals and even tried folk remedies, but to no avail. If anything, Yang Guobao's condition only worsened.
The frequency of his seizures also increased substantially.
Even foreign medical experts stated that such a disease could only be managed, not cured.
Hearing someone claim that they could cure her son's epilepsy, Wang Meifeng was of course elated.
Seeing her daughter's excitement, the old lady gently advised, "Meifeng, don't get your hopes up too high. That young girl is only seventeen."
The greater the hope,
The greater the potential disappointment.
At her words, some of the hope in Wang Meifeng's eyes dimmed. She responded, "Mom, no matter what, I want to give it a try."
The old lady sighed helplessly.
"Alright, let's go take a look."
Wang Meifeng nodded and glanced at Yang Guobao, who was chasing after a rooster, a pang of sadness filling her eyes.
