"As for the two people who were taking medicine before, everyone saw that they could hardly swallow a few drops of soup from a mouthful of porridge. Even if they didn't take the medicine, they would starve to death in a few days. They were already dying, and not taking medicines would lead to death anyway, so what's the harm in gambling with the medicine? If it works, your son lives; if it doesn't, your son who is meant to die will continue to do so!"
The final words were directed at the elderly woman by Yang Chuxia, "Do you think it's fair to blame a doctor for the death of someone who was already dying? Be clear, you can only say the doctor didn't cure your son, but not that he killed him, understand? Besides, you didn't stop him from taking the medicine either."
The long speech entirely befuddled the elderly woman.
It took her a while to mutter, "If that's the case, why didn't you cure my son? Why didn't you cure my son?"
