Is There A Cure For This?

"No, that's not it..."

The nurse never expected that Elder Huo would protect the girl to this extent. She simply displayed a tiny trace of contempt and he noticed it straight away.

She looked at Song Yaoyao pleadingly, hoping she would speak up for her. But her eyes simply met Song Yaoyao's for a few seconds before the girl said indifferently, "Grandfather, I'm not looking at the medicine anymore."

"Why? Are you upset?" Elder Huo patted her on the head. "Don't look at it then. What's so good about it anyway? It's been so long and it still hasn't—" 

He paused, looked at Elder Shen, and shook his head.

His old friend's condition was getting worse by the day. It was hard not to feel heartbroken looking at him.

However, life was unpredictable. That was the truth.

They were getting old and were bound to leave one day. It was only a matter of time.

"Hasn't Grandfather Shen considered Traditional Chinese Medicine?"