Isolation?
Upon hearing this, Guo Jianye's face immediately darkened. In the village, and even the town clinic, isolation often meant waiting for death!
How could he possibly let his father and nephew be sent off to die!
Yang Wulang thought the same. In a place like theirs, isolation meant waiting for death as they didn't have the urban medical standards and facilities.
"You can isolate whoever you want, but not my family. If there's nothing else, I'm leaving." Guo Jianye did not want to waste any more time here.
Yang Wulang lowered his head in silence, wondering if Beisitian was planning to give up on those who were sick.
Actually, this was the right approach so far, but it was extremely cruel.
Mrs. Qin suddenly blocked the door and looked at Guo Jianye, "My Little Tian'er hasn't finished talking yet."
She knew Beisitian's nature was not to speak lightly. If Guo Jianye left and said something outside, who knows how it would be interpreted.
