"Yes, but it's rather troublesome. It's not something that can be cured in just a day or two," Bai Ruozhu said.
Zhao Shuniang gritted her teeth and knelt on the ground with a thud, "I beg you to take my son and help cure his illness."
"But won't the village chief disagree?" Bai Ruozhu asked.
"I'll plead with the village chief. Once my Zhao Shu is well, he'll return," Zhao Shuniang said. "I believe in this child; he will surely come back."
Zhao Shu's eyes glimmered with tears, but they were soon replaced by his signature silly smile. He knew his mother truly cared for him and felt very guilty inside.
Bai Ruozhu nodded, "Saving a life is more meritorious than building a Seven-level Pagoda. It's good if I can help you."
Zhao Shuniang hurriedly got up, "I'll go plead with the village chief now. Madam, you rest first; I'll see you tomorrow morning."
