"You probably have some blood clots in your head. The clots can be dispersed, but the dent in your skull can't be fixed."
Quincy was on the verge of tears. "Am I going to die?"
Evelyn Ford fell silent for a moment, and Quincy burst into tears.
"If I die, can you bury me a little deeper? I'm afraid a passing beast will drag me out and eat me."
Evelyn Ford was speechless. "I was just thinking about how to perform the acupuncture, and you're already being so dramatic. Don't worry, you're not going to die. I'll save you."
Wyatt Vaughn's emotions had been all over the place. Hearing this, she finally let out a sigh of relief.
Quincy cried even louder. "That's wonderful! Evelyn Ford, you're Hippocrates reborn! You have to save me. I'm so scared of dying."
Evelyn Ford and Wyatt Vaughn exchanged a look, both finding the situation exasperating and funny.
