"Old Master Ji, for your son to have survived until now, you must have given him a lot of good medicine, right?"
Old Master Ji nodded. "He's my only son, of course I don't want anything to happen to him. So before I could find a doctor who could really save him, this was all I could do. I don't even know if it works, but I truly don't want these white-haired parents sending off a black-haired child."
Bai Qingzhu could understand, and she also knew that the reason Old Master Ji had held on until now was probably because of this son.
"What exactly is wrong with him?"
"There's poison in his body. This kind of toxin isn't something you can just easily neutralize. Strictly speaking, he should have died more than ten years ago. But his vital signs are still fairly good, which means there are some pretty effective medicines in his system keeping him going."
