"Indeed, Qi, there's nothing else we can do!" affirmed Xing Jiang.
"Fine, if I hear of any method that can cure my son's leg, you won't be able to walk away!" Qi Yansong didn't care for excuses. Incompetence was still a failure in his view.
After some thought, Xing Jiang said: "Sir, if anyone casually claims there's a way to restore Qi's leg, I implore you not to believe them. We should only believe in actual results."
"What do you mean?"
"I met a servant of King Rui's residence in the Lu family who tried to restore a severed limb using a surgical reconnecting technique. However, we, in the Imperial Institute of Medicine, know that such a method is not possible. Not only does it fail to restore the limb, but it may also lead to the limb rotting and infecting the rest of the body, endangering the patient's life!"
