Elder Xia's illness, he had an air of nonchalance when he talked about it, but it was truly a suffering only he knew.
When the pain struck, it was simply unbearable for ordinary people!
Sometimes, in the middle of the night, the pain would be so intense that he'd break out in a cold sweat!
Seeking medical advice, he didn't lack money.
Experts had given various interpretations and prescribed many medications, but to no avail!
In the past six months, he had traveled far and wide, seeking all sorts of cures, even flying abroad multiple times to seek medical treatment.
But to no avail.
Now, this young man, whose calligraphy was second to none, claimed his medical skills were even greater.
The old man wanted to believe, but he was also afraid, afraid that the greater his hopes, the greater his disappointment would be.
Watching Bai Xiaosheng examine him with ease and pen the prescription in one go,
this carefree and natural elegance rekindled the old man's hope.
