"Divine Doctor! I beg you! Please save my grandson!" The old man knelt on the ground, looking up with a pitiful expression at Yan Daoxin, pleading, "I beg you, Divine Doctor, please save my poor grandson!"
Yan Daoxin was taken aback and looked at the old man, who was bent like a hunchback, looking up with a face full of sorrow, his hands clasped in front of his chest, moving back and forth incessantly, afraid that the Divine Doctor wouldn't see his sincerity.
Yan Daoxin glanced around for the young assistant, but there was no sign of him. It wasn't clear if he had gone home or was hiding because he had leaked a secret.
"Old man, please get up. You can't talk while kneeling like this." Yan Daoxin reached out and helped the old man up from the ground. "You asked me to save your grandson, but where is he? I need to know what's going on before I can tell you whether I can help or not."
