Huo Yao handed the medicine bottle back to He Shu. "Chronic poison is very hard to detect. Even if we find out about it later, it is usually too late."
He Shu tightened his grip on the pill bottle. He found it completely unfathomable that there could be a problem with the medication. The chairman was a decent physician. It made no sense for him to take the medication for years without catching on to the problem.
Then again, if the medication was genuinely fine, the chairman would not be in this condition in the first place. He had tried refining all kinds of medicine for the chairman, but nothing worked.
In an instant, He Shu's mind went into chaos.
Huo Yao could tell that He Shu did not believe her entirely. Her eyes drifted away as she pondered for some time before she said softly, "Doctors might be good at treating patients, but they often have trouble treating themselves."
