"No," Qin Lin said, shaking his head. "Other auxiliary herbs can be substituted, but this main ingredient is irreplaceable."
"In that case, please prescribe something to make my father as comfortable as possible for now," Zhao Yangfeng gritted his teeth. "I will find a way to search for this hundred-year-old Tianshan Snow Lotus! If I really can't find it, then please use the second method so my father can live out his final days in comfort!"
"Certainly."
Qin Lin had no objections. He took the silver needles directly from Mr. Xu Sr.'s hand, reinforced Mr. Zhao Sr.'s seal using the Nine Needles of Hell, and then wrote a prescription. "I can only guarantee his health for three months. If the hundred-year-old Tianshan Snow Lotus isn't found by then, you must choose between the first and second methods without delay. Otherwise, the seal will shatter, and he will die in both body and soul!"
