"Okay! Thank you, thank you so much..."
At this time, the old lady's grandson started crying again. His little face was bright red, his eyebrows were furrowed, and he seemed to be in great pain.
The old lady had just witnessed the entire process of Serena Summers diagnosing that woman's early-stage gastric cancer, and her doubts about Serena had slightly lessened.
She grabbed Serena's hand and suddenly fell to her knees with a "thud," clutching Serena's hem and pleading in a low voice, "Miss, please, save our Baby! He's my only grandchild!"
"Grandma, please get up. If you trust me, I can treat him." Serena was startled by her sudden action, immediately bending down to help the woman up from the ground.
The old lady's grandson continued to struggle and cry; perhaps tired from crying, his voice was much lower than before, turning into a soft whimper that sounded even more pitiful.
There were many onlookers around, starting to discuss Serena with a mix of opinions.