Chu Dazhuang stood there, next to him the clan leader's son, panting heavily, with eyes red with urgency.
It required tremendous effort to become the leader of a clan.
But his own father, somehow, had come down with this illness.
"Brother!"
"No!"
As the clan leader's son uttered the word "brother" he then shook his head.
How could he call him brother.
He stood there for a moment, followed by an awkward and hurried bow to apologize.
"Sorry, sorry."
He kept apologizing.
"My father's health is not good right now, you may be the only one who can save him."
Chu Dazhuang listened to the clan leader's son's agitated words and paused slightly.
After a long while, Chu Dazhuang's eyebrows gave a frivolous twitch, and he chuckled lightly.
"Yes, what of it?"
He continued to move, heading straight outside.
"I said when I first started treating you, you didn't believe me."
As he spoke, Chu Dazhuang helplessly spread his hands, with the look of someone who was unable to assist.
