As soon as Mo Ruyue said this, Liu Wangshi's eyes immediately lit up.
"Lady Qin, are you telling the truth? Can my illness really be cured?"
She had been seeing patients for so many years. She didn't know how many doctors she had changed and how many doses of medicine she had taken, but there was no effect at all. As she aged, her condition became more and more serious, and she suffered longer and longer every year. She even felt that she was beyond cure and that she might not have long to live.
Under such circumstances, Mo Ruyue suddenly told her that this illness wasn't incurable. It was just a thorn.
The treatment process was longer and more complicated, but these conditions were nothing to her at all. Compared to the torture she had suffered all these years, it was nothing.
Liu Wangshi's eyes were burning as she stared at mo Ruyan, as if she was afraid that she would take back what she had just said. Her eyes were full of anticipation and fear.
