In Kunde Hall, Zhao Yao looked at the emperor lying paralyzed in bed from a stroke, his brows knitted tightly, his complexion grave, and his heart heavy.
"Mother, what did the Imperial Physician say? Is there any chance for Father to recover?"
Lady Liang, who was sitting by the bed, gently wiping the emperor's hands, replied softly, "The Imperial Physician said there's a possibility, but..." She didn't continue, clearly indicating that the chances of the emperor's recovery were slim.
Zhao Yao understood Lady Liang's implication, "I brought a witch doctor from Lingnan; tomorrow I will bring the witch doctor into the palace to see Father."
Lady Liang asked, "Can the witch doctor really cure him?" She knew that it was difficult for stroke victims to return to normal.
Zhao Yao wasn't sure either, "We must try." No matter what, it's worth a try.
Lady Liang thought it was worth a shot too; sometimes desperate measures bring hope, perhaps the witch doctor from Lingnan can cure him.
