Help Me, Senior!

"Then, what can we do?" With tears inside her eyes, Liu Li crossed her hands and begged like a lost cat. "Senior, please save my brother. Whatever you ask for as payment, we will certainly try our best to get it for you as long as we are capable of it!"

After thinking for a moment, Li Yao said, "I have never considered myself a doctor. Treating illnesses is not my specialty. However, your senior brother's illness is just a minor problem. He can always drop Lightning Strangle and switch to another technique of the thunder class that is safer and steadier.

"What I'm more concerned about is your father and his master.

"I don't know if your father's serious illness is related to Lightning Strangle, but I do know that anybody practicing such an art will have a high risk of ruining their nerves, veins, and muscle fibers if they do not practice some ancillary arts that can help discharge the waste of the cells.