His eyes never once left the window. He was motionless, as if in meditation.
The vicissitudes in life were etched clearly on his face, just like withered and decadent branches. His gaze was akin to the ashes of a long dead fire; they no longer had any expression.
Mu Sheng was, generally speaking, really old. He seemed as if he would be dead in the next moment.
Mu Wanrou guessed that, given his current situation, he merely had a few more years to live before his candle of life got extinguished.
The illness on a human body could be cured with good medicine.
His heart illness, meanwhile, was incurable.
She pursed her lips; her hands shook as they lifted the bowl. Taking a deep breath, she walked to the front of him.
Sodium nitrite – a slow acting poison.
Mu Lianjue ordered her to add 0.1 grams of dosage into this old man's medicine daily. It would not be fatal instantly, but taking it continuously, he would die in a month.
