"Please help him. I feel bad seeing him like that!" Wang Mingbao commented.
"Okay. I have matters to attend to; I shall leave now." Wang Yao nodded. If Wang Mingbao had not made this request, he would not have been willing to interfere in this matter.
"Drive carefully."
Wang Yao drove home and speedily recorded Wei Hai's illness and diagnosis.
He was not a sage who cared for all of humanity nor was he a Buddha who delivered all living creatures from torment.
He was unable to treat all sorts of illnesses and see all sorts of patients.
For someone like Wei Hai whom he had a bad first impression, if Wang Mingbao had not requested it, Wang Yao would not have seen him. Since he did, and it was unquestionably a challenging, difficult-to-treat illness, he considered that he could give it a try.
