Where does it hurt? Everywhere it hurts!
Also, the intention of affectionate care?
Song Zhiqing felt goosebumps all over, a chilling sensation indeed.
He raised his head to look at Song Zhiyuan. The latter's eyes showed no hint of a smile. Gradually defeated, he said bitterly, "Big brother, don't mock the younger sibling. Isn't my state miserable enough? Must I lose my life to be considered more tragic?"
He was already left with nothing.
Song Zhiyuan said, "You are unwilling to become a cripple from now on and seek medical treatment, which is fine. But letting a Daoist monk perform some ritual is just a side show, a laughingstock. You are a scholar, you should clearly understand that if this could cure all ailments, why would we need doctors in this world? Just offer incense and pray to gods, it's merely deceiving yourself."
Song Zhiqing squeezed his fist and pursed his lips, only after a long while did he manage a bitter smile and said, "It was my mistake."
