But even if they were to burn to death in the next second, the person inside still wouldn't open the door.
With no other choice, Uncle Tao had to plead with An Ruo, "Miss An, right now the young master will only listen to you. Could you please persuade him to cooperate with the doctor's treatment?"
"Uncle Tao, he's not a three-year-old child. Does he need to be coddled to take his medicine or get an injection? Just leave him alone. If he needs to see a doctor, he'll bring it up himself."
"But the doctor says his condition is very serious; it can't be delayed any longer. Miss An, I'm begging you, please go and convince the young master."
An Ruo really didn't want to go, but Uncle Tao had always been good to her. He was an elderly man, still pleading with her, and she couldn't just ignore him.
Standing up, she walked upstairs and knocked on the door of the room. The person inside asked impatiently, "What is it?"
