"Mr. Qin!" Zhao Yangfeng looked at Qin Lin, his expression grave and urgent.
Under the intense gazes of Mr. Zhao Sr. and Zhao Yangfeng, Qin Lin slowly began, "I have three methods. The first is to reinforce the seal through acupuncture and conservative medicinal treatment. This can extend your life, Mr. Zhao Sr., by three to five years. However, once that time is up, your death will be certain and without remedy."
"Furthermore, within those three to five years, your condition will steadily worsen. You might even end up paralyzed in bed, living a life worse than death."
"The second method involves treating you, Mr. Zhao Sr., with acupuncture and ordinary elixirs. This could restore you to normal. Not only would you be able to stand, you could eat and drink whatever you want. Even smoking and drinking would be fine."
Qin Lin looked gravely at Mr. Zhao Sr. "But with this method, you would only have one year to live. After that year, your death is inevitable!"
