"Someone has poisoned you with a slow-acting poison. The dormant period must have lasted for at least ten years."
Again, this is a brutal truth.
Tsk tsk, Mu Lin wonders, who could be so patient to wait for such a long time?
Ten years is not a short time.
Zhou Jiansheng and Mei Qingyuan admit that they have never been this direct with a patient.
Especially the line, "you're sick".
Both of them feel like facepalming. Sure, the patient knows he's ill, that's why he's here. There's nothing wrong with what Mu Lin said. But the way it was received by the patient was quite odd.
"What the hell are you talking about?" The man next to the elder stands up in extreme anger. He begins to scold Mu Lin, "Poisonous... you're just trying to scare us. You're planning to profit from our predicament!"
Considering this man's stupidity, Mu Lin doesn't really want to argue with him, but if she doesn't, she feels like she's losing face.
