"Serious?"
Sun Jiaxiang sighed leisurely, a wave of languor washing over him. "Actually, at our age, there's no such thing as 'serious' or 'not serious.' Birth, old age, sickness, and death—these are natural laws. It's only a matter of whether this day comes early or late."
Du Heng's mood sank.
The old man is right; natural law is unstoppable by human power.
Considering the old man on the sick bed inside, I am confident I can save him.
And then? Prolong his life by ten or twenty years? Impossible.
Based on the current situation, my medicine merely adjusts the balance in the old man's body, allowing him to catch his breath for now.
There's no change in the old man's fundamental condition of depleted qi and blood; the decline is an irreversible fact.
Du Heng looked around. Seeing that Sun Jiaxiang's Assistant had left and only the two of them remained in the small room, he whispered, "Sir Sun, how long do you think the patient inside can last after this ordeal?"
