Lin Qingluo nodded sadly, "Just like Lady Feng's condition, pulmonary fibrosis, it's difficult to cure without surgery."
"Is it possible to perform surgery?"
Mo Canglan glanced at the Old Master who was napping, his voice extremely low.
"No."
Lin Qingluo sadly shook her head, "Grandpa is too old, he can't undergo surgery, I'm afraid he won't be able to wake up from a deep anesthesia."
"Is the fibrosis very severe?"
Mo Canglan's breath hitched, worrying for the Old Master.
"Yes."
Lin Qingluo sighed in her heart, "The only way to completely cure it is to have a lung transplant."
"Shh."
Mo Canglan took a deep breath.
There was a moment of silence in the room, Lin Qingluo remained silent, considering the best treatment plan.
Mo Canglan held a small notebook and recorded every word his master said without missing anything.
Lin Qingluo gave the Old Master a Soul-Calming and Heart-Protecting Pill, watched him fall asleep, and then left the room pulling back the curtain.
