Chapter 93: No Wisdom (Part )
When Sister Yang saw Zheng Hong's heartbroken look, she couldn't help but think of how she felt when her son passed away. That kind of grief was something she couldn't tell anyone else.

Zheng Hong is divorced and has no one to rely on for her son. She has to take care of him all the time and earn money to support the family. Just thinking about such a life makes her feel difficult.

Sister Yang sighed softly, and said with regret: "The little guy is so cute, how could this happen? Have you taken him to the hospital?"

Zheng Hong glanced at her son, then put the messy dishes in order and said casually:
"Hengheng was diagnosed with the disease when he was one year old. I took him to many large hospitals for examinations. He has also been receiving intervention and rehabilitation training in special institutions in recent years, but it is useless. He still cannot speak or call for help. His disease is too difficult to treat."

Although there are some autistic children who perform well on the Internet, they are all mild cases and are different from Hengheng's situation.

Aunt Zhou said bluntly, "What about his father? Doesn't he care about his own son?"

Zheng Hong's eyes were red. She still felt heartbroken when she thought of that man. She suppressed her sadness and said calmly:

"He felt that it was too expensive to take Hengheng to a special institution for intervention training. The family didn't even have a decent house. His son was like a bottomless pit that could never be filled, so he gave up and we divorced."

Aunt Zhou said angrily: "Your son is not yours alone. Why should he give up just like that? You shouldn't have agreed to a divorce."

Sister Yang pulled Aunt Zhou aside and said unhappily, "Don't make trouble. This man's heart is not at home. The woman can't stay with him no matter what. They're already divorced. There's no point in talking about this now."

When she just got divorced, Zheng Hong felt like the sky was falling and she cried all day long. Now she has accepted the reality and said calmly: "We are a little poor, but we can still make a living. Thank you for your concern."

Sister Yang advised softly, "It's such a pity for Hengheng to be like this. If you have the conditions, you should still treat him. Who knows, you might meet a good doctor who can cure him in no time."

Zheng Hong shook her head, her eyes full of helplessness, "I have already found all the doctors I can find. This disease cannot be cured. This is how Hengheng's life will end."

Aunt Zhou interrupted and said, "If it doesn't work, you can marry again and have a second child. When you are gone, Hengheng will have someone to take care of him and won't starve to death at home."

Sister Yang rolled her eyes and pushed her aside. "Don't give me any advice. Even Hengheng's biological father doesn't want to raise him. How can others accept them? What's the point of making such a fuss?"

Aunt Zhou was not convinced and said, "Then Hengheng's mother is so young and can have children, why does she want to spend her whole life alone with her son?"

Sister Yang didn't know what she was being stubborn about, and said in a bad tone: "Don't make trouble. There are not many good men. If it were you, you might as well take Hengheng to see a Chinese medicine doctor for treatment. Maybe it would be helpful."

Zheng Hong's eyes flickered slightly, and she said politely: "Thank you for your kindness, elder sister. I don't think traditional Chinese medicine can cure Hengheng's illness. Forget it, I still have to feed Hengheng. He hasn't had lunch yet, so I won't chat with you guys."

Zheng Hong was about to take Heng Heng into the house, and Aunt Zhou said anxiously:

"Don't disbelieve me. Have you heard of Doctor Chen from Jishidi? She's very popular on the Internet. She's also the wife of Mr. Yu. She's a very good doctor. Maybe she can cure Hengheng's disease. You should at least give it a try."

Zheng Hong paused while dragging Heng Heng's hand. She lowered her eyes, making it difficult to see her expression. She said in a vague voice, "Let's talk about this later..."

Hengheng was unwilling to cooperate, and it was quite difficult to bring him into the house. Sister Yang and Aunt Zhou were not in a position to help, and they felt very uncomfortable watching from the side.

After the mother and son finally got in, Aunt Zhou sighed and said, "If anyone raises such an unhealthy child, they will never have peace in their life."

Sister Yang knew this too, she said helplessly: "Hengheng's mother may have been disappointed too many times, I will go back and ask Madam first, if there is hope for the disease to be cured, I will persuade her again." Aunt Zhou nodded in agreement, "Anyway, they have rented a house here, they will definitely not leave in the short term, we should help them if we can."

Sister Yang nodded slightly. When she got home, Ruogu had just finished prescribing medicine for the patient. Sister Yang waited until the patient left before walking up to her and asking, "Madam, can our Chinese medicine cure autism?"

Ruogu raised his eyes to look at her and asked curiously, "Who has an autistic family?"

Sister Yang said in a low voice: "I just went to the vegetable market to buy vegetables. There was a new stall owner there. Her son is autistic. The child doesn't talk or call people. He has a bad temper and is difficult to control. His mother tied his feet with a rope. He looks very pitiful."

There are so many poor people in this world that Ruogu has become numb to them. She said gently:

"There is no mention of autism in ancient medical texts. In traditional Chinese medicine, it is classified as a lack of wisdom, emotionless eyes, and slow speech. This disease is caused by congenital deficiency and postnatal malnutrition. Acupuncture can be used to promote intellectual development, but the effectiveness depends on the patient's condition."

Sister Yang frowned slightly, "So you are not sure he can recover?"

Ruogu was very helpless, "You expect too much from me. I am a human, not a god. How can I cure every disease? I can only help him improve his condition, but it is probably impossible to cure him completely."

Sister Yang was not too disappointed. She said optimistically, "It's good that his condition can be improved. As long as he can take care of himself, he will have a way to survive when his mother is gone. If there is no intervention, will his condition get worse?"

Ruogu shook her head. She had never treated such a patient before, so she told the truth:

"It depends on one's constitution. Some people's functions may deteriorate, while others may develop by chance. It's all uncertain."

Sister Yang nodded and said seriously, "Then we still have to persuade her to bring Hengheng here for treatment. If the medical expenses are not enough, I can deduct them from my salary. Is that okay?"

Ruogu chuckled and said, "Of course, why should I stop you from doing good deeds?"

After she finished speaking, she continued reading and did not ask too much about Hengheng's situation. There is a destiny between people, and she will meet him if she is destined to.

Zheng Hong was exhausted at this time. Hengheng got angry for no reason again. He was very strong and overturned the food to the ground, making the room a mess.

Zheng Hong finally coaxed him into changing into clean clothes and put him to bed, and then she cleaned the house exhausted.

Although she hadn't said much before, she was still somewhat moved in her heart. There were many people and gossips in the vegetable market. Although she had not been setting up the stall for a long time, she had heard about Doctor Chen.

She had always taken Hengheng to see Western doctors before, and had never seen a Chinese doctor. What if Chinese medicine was really effective?
Once this thought came to her mind, she couldn't help but want to take Hengheng to see a doctor.

As long as there is a way to cure Hengheng's disease, she is willing to pay any price.

Zheng Hong took out her cell phone with a broken screen and checked the balance on her card. After renting a house to set up a stall and purchase goods, she had very little money left.

After much hesitation, Zheng Hong decided to call Hengheng's father.