Park Jeong-ui grunted affirmatively and continued to eat dog meat heartily, speaking as he ate, "Youngming, you're a father, a husband. Can you stand to watch your son paralyzed in a wheelchair his whole life? Your wife, spending her life in tears?"
"But..." Park Young-myeong's voice trembled as he spoke of his son's illness, despite his seasoned persona in the business world. "We can't even diagnose his illness, spending any amount of money might not cure him..."
"It is precisely for this reason that we must earn more money!"