"Yes, it's a coma. This time, the coma lasted longer than before. We thought the method from last time might help a bit, but it turned out to be completely useless."
No matter how they treated him, the old master remained unconscious. They were truly at their wits' end and finally notified the master here.
"Another coma? From what you're saying, it sounds like your father has fallen into a coma more than once or twice, and you're all used to it?"
Tang Rao was a bit curious and immediately interjected.
"Yes, you're right. It's not an occasional coma that's easy to diagnose. He's fallen into a coma so many times, we've consulted countless doctors, and he's taken numerous Elixir Pills, yet there's been no improvement. I'm quite helpless myself."
The doctors have checked him, and he's taken Elixir Pills. Logically speaking, they should be able to determine what kind of illness it is, at least. But the fact that they can't figure out the illness at all—what kind of situation is this?
