External injuries can be healed, internal injuries can be treated, yet for unusual symptoms like those of Yelu Shou, both were at a loss. The ashtray on the table was filled with cigarette butts, long and short, their white tips stained a deep brown.
"Smoke any more, and you'll soon become the youngest lung cancer patient in history, and that as the renowned military doctor," the Black Doctor snatched the cigarette from Xiao Lin's mouth and stubbed it out in the ashtray. "External injuries aren't that serious, the poisoned area you dealt with in time, so it didn't reach the organs, but a scar is inevitable."
"That's not what I want to hear. I want to know why he hasn't woken up. Lao Jiu said he only saw that person point a finger at Shou's brow, and he turned out like this."
