"Fell, got paralyzed."
"Oh, that's tough."
"It's okay, at first it was hard to adapt, but now I'm used to it. At least I have some skills that can still be useful."
"Indeed, your stone throwing is pretty good."
"Hehehe."
Li Sanjiang seemed to remember something and said, "We have a Jianghu doctor here, not very skilled, can't cure most illnesses, but occasionally can succeed with some complex cases. Bro, want to try your luck?"
Old Tian paused for a moment. His injury was not ordinary; he suffered when saving his young master, fell, and was then attacked by toxin. Now the toxin has invaded his meridians, with no possibility of cure.
But since Li Sanjiang said so, he didn't want to dampen the mood, so he pretended to look hopeful and asked:
"Really? That's great! Brother, could you be kind enough to arrange a meeting for me?"
"Sure, what's the number of his village again? I think I wrote it down somewhere..."
