"My name is Kong Xiaoxi."
"Nice to meet you all!"
"May I ask, how confident are you that you can save my grandfather?"
Kong Xiaoxi looked eagerly at Zhao Tienan, sincerely inquiring.
"With his symptoms, I can cure him a hundred percent, but to completely save him, I can't say for sure."
Zhao Tienan thought for a moment, then slowly said.
"Zhao Tienan, do you even listen to what you're saying?"
"What can be cured, what can't be saved? Isn't this contradictory?"
The rebellious Yu Qiaowan found Zhao Tienan's words too puzzling, like someone who only superficially understands Zen.
Coming from a scholarly family, Kong Xiaoxi was also confused, but she looked at Zhao Tienan with newfound respect.
Half an hour later, all those charlatans had tried their tricks, yet Kong Qinglong's symptoms hadn't eased one bit. If anything, they seemed to worsen, and the smell of decay in the air grew even stronger.
"Ugh, splutter..."
