Meng Xinian interrupted him, "Grandpa, who told you that Little is guaranteed to have a way?" Meng Xinian said gravely, "Little is not a deity; she just happened to find good medicine in the mountains and also learned how to prepare medicinal herbs. However, not all diseases can be cured with these herbs."
"I know, I know, but weren't they already tried before and found to be effective?"
"That was only for pain relief, to prevent further attacks, to stop the headaches," Meng Xinian said. "She can't be sure whether it can really shrink the tumor and truly achieve a curative effect. Grandpa, if you all put your hopes on her, have you considered the pressure she's going to be under?"
Old Meng was stunned.
"Also, just to keep your positions, you're unwilling to go through chemotherapy. Now is the best time for chemotherapy. If you give up on it now and later Little's medicine doesn't save him, will you blame and accuse Little, saying her medicine was ineffective?"