Time flew, and in the blink of an eye, the sun had set, and the moon hung in the sky, accompanied by countless stars twinkling above.
Chu Dazhuang sat in the room, and after having cured the last of Liu Yudong's family members, he let out a sigh of relief.
"Thank you, Mr. Chu."
His family loudly expressed their gratitude, their eyes filled with overwhelming excitement.
Having their illness cured was, for the Liu family members, like seeing smoke rising from their ancestors' graves.
Otherwise, they would have never met Chu Dazhuang, let alone gotten rid of the disease that had plagued their family for generations.
It was like a sword hanging over their heads; they knew about it, but simply couldn't remove it. A moment of carelessness, and this unpredictable sword could claim their lives.
"Alright."
Chu Dazhuang responded cheerfully, nodding lightly, before he extended his hand to guide the family member of Liu Yudong out the door.
