Zhao Lizheng asked tremblingly, "Why?"
Yun Jiao pointed to the place where the back of the neck and the back of the head meet, "There's a bone here that supports the body, called the 'Heaven Pillar.'"
"Your child, the Heaven Pillar has already tilted, like the main beam of a house on the verge of collapse, ready to fall at any moment."
Zhao Lizheng was full of tears, "Is there really no hope?"
Yun Jiao shook her head, "Not to mention I promised to do something for Uncle Lizheng. Even without such a commitment, I'm a doctor; when a patient comes, I naturally want to heal them."
"But even doctors have moments of helplessness, where disease can be treated but life can't be saved. Please understand, sir."
Zhao Lizheng suddenly squatted on the ground, beating his chest and stomping feet while crying, "The smartest child at home, the one who reads books, why did he have to contract such a strange illness, what should we do?"
