Liu Xinghe's face was pale. He tightly grasped Doctor Zhang's sleeve and asked, "What do you mean by that? What do you mean by you can't do anything!"
"You're a doctor, you must save him!"
"He was fine when I brought him back yesterday, didn't you say everything was okay before? Why are you saying something different now?"
"You must save him!"
As Liu Xinghe spoke, his wrist exerted force, actually lifting Doctor Zhang off the ground, hoisting him into the air!
Doctor Zhang had never seen such a spectacle, and his face turned pale with fright.
Stammering as he explained, "The matter of treating illnesses is ever-changing. The young boy has caught a chill, suppressed in his heart, and most importantly, lacks the will to live."
"I am truly inexperienced, truly inexperienced!"
"I am not deliberately refusing to save the young boy!"
...
He kept explaining, while on the sickbed, Mingming, who had just slightly improved, started convulsing again.
