There was silence in the room. Everyone's eyes fell on me. Those eyes were full of anxiety, expectation and panic.

I pursed my lips and tried to make the expression on my face easier. Take a deep breath, slowly said: "the child's situation is not optimistic, but not to the worst."

"my poor grandson..." the old man shrieked, his head tilted and fainted.

"Taoist priest, you must save my child..." the mother of the coat cried bitterly, and knelt down to me. I pulled him.

"I'll find a way to save my child. You don't need to think about it and worry about it. Now all you have to do...