Because of that child, the smidgeon of anger that Yang Ruxin had felt just moments ago instantaneously vanished, and she hurried to the entrance of the medical hall as well, though she did not enter right away.
"Doctor..." the woman dressed in splendid clothes ran while crying, "please save my son quickly..."
"I understand," the woman's eyes suddenly dimmed, for her son, they had been seeking medical advice and remedies for years, even going to Beijing, but to no avail. Today they were attending a banquet at the Shen Family's residence when her son fell ill, and it so happened that Doctor Wang Zhenggang was already used to such situations and did not panic. He had the patient carried to the examination bed inside and immediately began taking his pulse.
