"Please, divine healer, save my father. I'm willing to do anything to save him!"
"I beg you!"
Zhao Tiezhu stood there, listening to the old man's son's pleading, without much reaction.
Seeing that Zhao Tiezhu had no reaction, the old man's son's heart sank, aware that he had seriously offended Zhao Tiezhu; otherwise, Zhao Tiezhu would not be acting this way.
But he wouldn't give up. As long as he could save his father, he was willing to do anything, even if it meant being Zhao Tiezhu's ox or horse.
As long as there was even a glimmer of hope, he would never give up.
With these thoughts, tears began to well up in the old man's son's eyes. After a moment of silence, he gritted his teeth and smashed his head fiercely against the ground.
This time, the old man's son put all his strength into it, and even Zhao Tiezhu, who was closest, could clearly feel the ground shaking.