Feng Jiu stood at a distance away and listened to the discussions between the people around her. She watched the old woman begging the people in the pharmacy who were indifferent to her pleas. As the sky got darker, the people watching dispersed one after another leaving only the old woman crying and begging. At this time, she walked forward on her crutch.
"What's wrong with your son?" Feng Jiu asked as she looked at the sad and helpless old woman.
When the old woman heard her voice, she looked up and saw a person who looked like a beggar. She wiped her tears, her voice was hoarse and weak with despair and death in her eyes: "I don't know what his illness is, the doctors haven't been able to diagnose his illness. Nobody is willing to save him, nobody wants to help us…"
At this point, she had already made up her mind to die with her son if he were to die. After all, all her relatives were dead and it was meaningless for her, an old woman, to be alive.
