Zhao Dong sucked in a cold breath. It's very likely Ji Xueyao's father, Ji Xiong, isn't sick but has been poisoned!
Wu Qiuyue sat by the bed, tears dripping down her face as she implored, "Famous Doctor Li, please, I'm begging you to save my husband! As long as you can cure him, you can name your price and conditions."
Li Tianlai stroked his beard and exchanged a secretive glance with Gao Wei before turning to Wu Qiuyue.
"Madam Wu, you and Miss Ji, please step aside and let me take his pulse."
Wu Qiuyue and Ji Xueyao moved to the side. Li Tianlai's fingers touched Ji Xiong's wrist, then he pried open the man's mouth to examine his tongue. Only then did he speak.
"Madam Wu, I have to tell you something. Please, brace yourself."
The color drained from Wu Qiuyue's face. "Please, speak freely."
"Mr. Ji's pulse is already extremely faint. I must conclude that if this continues, your husband will pass away within two days!"
THUMP!
