Wang Yao went home after he visited the nursery.
The sky looked very gloomy. It had been raining since morning. No one went to Wang Yao's clinic on a rainy day.
Wang Yao went home early. After dinner, he returned to Nanshan Hill.
A car was rushing toward Lianshan's town center in the rain.
"Uncle Lu, thank you so much," a young man in the car said.
"No problem. You know I care about your mother very much," Professor Lu said.
He was exhausted. He had driven over a thousand miles in 24 hours.
"Will Dr. Wang be able to help my mom?" the young man asked.
"It's better than leaving her in the hospital to die," Professor Lu said. "Plus, who can guarantee that they could save her?"
"You are right," the young man said.
The atmosphere inside the car was a bit depressing.
Ahem! Ahem! A woman was coughing in the car.
"Mother!" The young man cried out with concern.
"I'm fine," the woman said.
