In his bedroom, Xia Zixi opened his eyes to find Master Xia entering the room with a young woman following closely behind him. He motioned to get up but was pushed back down by the old man.
"Zixi, the Ghost Doctor is here. You are saved."
Master Xia was filled with emotion at the thought and his eyes glistened with tears.
Only the heavens know how much torture his son has endured over the past few months. At times, Master Xia wished that he could bear the pain for him. Unfortunately, he could only watch as his son suffered, helpless to do anything else.
"Father."
Xia Zixi's lips trembled, wanting to speak, but he swallowed his words in the end. He looked at the Ghost Doctor and gently nodded his head, "Ghost Doctor, please give me my treatment with ease. Regardless of whether it is a success, I will accept my fate."
No one else knew his own body better than he, and it was highly possible that no one else can cure his disease.