Bai Fengmian walked in and greeted Yang Lao with great respect, "Master Shuyi."
"Why are you here again?" Yang Lao was very impatient.
"Master Shuyi, please don't be angry," Bai Fengmian explained. "I wouldn't have come to bother you if I could think of any better solution."
"Whether you can think of a better solution is none of my business. That's your own incompetence, don't put the blame on me!" Yang Lao huffed.
Bai Fengmian furrowed his brow, "Master Shuyi, our young master is only seven years old this year. If you don't help him, he might have to spend his entire life in a wheelchair."
Yang Lao laughed, "How many sick children are there besides your young master? Go to the children's ward at the hospital and see how many children suffer from illness every day? They all want to live, but is there a way? Compared to them, your young master is already very fortunate!"
Bai Fengmian was rendered speechless.