"If I'm not mistaken, young brother, your illness should be due to the long-term use of certain drugs?" the old doctor asked, his expression turning a few shades graver.
In his many years of practicing medicine, he had consumed more salt than rice. Generally speaking, such vile matters usually concerned the dark secrets of noble families within their inner houses.
These were not things ordinary people could meddle with.
He was just a barefoot doctor, of course, and feared getting into trouble.
Si Chu's eyes lifted slightly, the pitch-black pupils reflecting a glint of deep light, as if he could see through people's hearts. His lips twitched slightly, and his tone, though devoid of discernible emotion, was casual, "So, it can't be treated?"
The old doctor had intended to nod, but as those indifferent eyes fixed on him, he found, somewhat inexplicably, that he couldn't bring himself to utter the words.
