Inside the main hall, Zhou Zhou sat on the ground, using both hands and feet to tightly grasp Li Yuanming's legs. The little girl's head was smooth, but she wore a tattered Daoist robe, washed white, with patches everywhere, looking just like a little beggar.,Li Yuanming was swayed by her, almost stumbling. He steadied himself and said firmly, "No!",Then someone shouted: "Doctor! Is there a doctor! Save our grandmother!"。