Zhuo Zhengxiu furrowed his brows tightly, unclenching his fist, "Mr. Shao, tell me the truth. In Junyue's situation, if we still can't find the antidote, how long can he hold on?"
"Judging from the current situation, we are controlling the viral outbreak with medicine. With regular blood transfusions to reduce the toxins in his body, he should be able to hold on for three months."
Three months? Upon hearing this, Zhuo Zhengxiu turned around, emanating a murderous aura. "Shao Rui, are you sure you haven't miscalculated the timing? You're saying my son, suffering to the point of wishing for death, can only live for three months?"
Zuo Mufeng was carefully treating the blisters on Zhuo Junyue's body. He saw his uncle looking like he wanted to kill someone.
