"xiao li, you can't say that!" the middle-aged man immediately reproached the young man.
the middle-aged woman looked even more uneasy as she kept bowing and apologizing to chi jiao, " "i'm sorry, i'm really sorry, grandmaster. my son was sick and in a bad mood, so he offended you. actually, he's a very good child. please don't be angry."
chi jiao, of course, wouldn't argue with a dying person. she smiled and nodded. " it's fine, i don't mind. however, i can't do anything about your son's illness. even if i use medicinal soup to nurse his body, i can only extend his life and let him live through this year. that's all. "
chi jiao's words made the couple feel as if they had been struck by lightning. the middle-aged woman's legs went soft, and she almost knelt on the ground uncontrollably."how could this be ... didn't you just see my son? can you at least take his pulse? perhaps, he can still be saved!"
