"Okay, villagers who are unaware of the situation, listen to me. The events happened like this: everyone knows my son Wang Quan, right? Such a good kid, both filial and capable. Who could have thought? It was just a while ago that he had a headache and because he trusted He Lingxiu, he came here for treatment. Who knew that after He Lingxiu gave him two acupuncture treatments and then he took two packets of medicine home, he became bedridden after drinking the medicine. Now his condition is getting worse, and he's almost dying."
"What? Wang Quan is about to die!"
"Impossible! Just yesterday, I saw him hanging out at the village entrance with Ma Ergou."
"Ling Xiu's treatments are typically quite effective. How could such a thing happen?"
