"Boss Wu, please save my mother!"
Dammit, weren't you acting all high and mighty just now?
The father and daughter took turns grossing me out, now they're kneeling and begging me?
Wu Xiaoshan cursed under his breath and yanked him up to his feet.
"Birth, aging, sickness, and death are natural to humans; I'm no immortal, not everyone can be saved. Better take the flowers over now, see if they might improve your mother's condition."
It wasn't that Wu Xiaoshan didn't want to save people, but there were right and wrong ways to do it.
Based on Yu Zhengyuan's earlier description, Wu Xiaoshan deduced that his mother's physical condition was due to emotional stress; in fact, she didn't have any life-threatening illness at all.
Hearing this, Yu Zhengyuan thought Wu Xiaoshan made sense and didn't dare to plead any further, for fear of angering him.
