At that moment,
Gu Xiping's phone rang.
The old man, dressed in somewhat old-fashioned attire and seemingly conservative in manner, adhered to the attitude that there's nothing he couldn't discuss openly, and answered the call in front of several others in the office.
"Brother Wei," he said, "with your busy schedule, I won't disturb you now. We can gather another day... another day."
"No, it's just a small matter. When I need help, I'll surely trouble you."
"That young man from the Zhao Family, haha, it's true that he can't be cured.
It's not that I'm shirking responsibility; poison is easy to cure, but yin and yang are difficult to balance...
Let me put it this way, according to Western medicine, he's not sick at all, just congenitally frail, and no medication works on him.