"No, please, don't act rashly, we can talk it over!"
As soon as Zhang Xiuer heard they were trying to pull open the door, she hastily said, "Uncle Xu, we've been treating Xu Xin for several days now, and today is the last day. Please let us finish this treatment, okay?"
"Finish the treatment? By the time you're finished, my son will be done for!" Old Xu shouted loudly.
"That won't happen, Uncle Xu. Your son will definitely get better, he'll recover in a moment and will be normal again, no longer a fool!" Yingtao insisted through the door.
"I don't believe you!" Old Xu's eyes were bloodshot with rage. His Xu family had a single male heir for three generations, and then Xu Xin turned out to be a fool. Seeing doctors had drained the family's savings, and his wife had worked herself sick and died from it. Old Xu, now sixty years old, had to work two jobs from dawn till dusk to support the family.
