Two years of worry and anxiety had caused Patricia to go gray prematurely. Her emaciated body swayed precariously, as if it might collapse at any moment.
Her hands, clutching Ning Xiuyuan's trouser legs, had been soaked in wash water for so long that they were pale, ulcerated, and misshapen.
It was heartbreaking to see.
Little Victor had originally been lying on her back, but her collapse sent him tumbling aside. The cloth covering his face slipped away, revealing large patches of terrifying scarlet rashes covered in goosebumps.
The people nearby were so frightened that they instinctively backed away again and again, their faces filled with fear and disgust.
The torment of illness had long since reduced the boy to skin and bones. His features were withered, and his eyes had completely lost their vitality!
This heart-wrenching scene shook everyone's conscience!
"Isn't that Patricia?"
"I know her. Her child has been sick for two years, and she's become practically insane. She's gone everywhere seeking doctors and medicine. She's visited almost every place in the city that can treat illnesses!"
"What a poor child! He's still so young. This is truly tragic."
The crowd sighed with emotion, and the topic suddenly shifted to Mr. Arthur.
"Mr. Arthur, please save the child. Look how pitiful he is!"
"That's right, kind Mr. Arthur. Please take pity on this mother and son and see one more patient today. It won't take much time."
"Yes, yes!"
The crowd pleaded noisily.
Their support gave Patricia a little more courage.
She raised her haggard face and begged, "Mr. Arthur, please save my child! It's been two years. I've lived in torment almost every day, and I truly can't hold on any longer."
Ning Xiuyuan sighed sympathetically.
"Madam, please stand up before speaking. I want to help you, but