The physician hesitated to speak as if facing a dilemma.
Wei Xiheng still trusted him at this moment and promptly said: "I won't hide it from you, doctor, during this time, I've visited numerous medical halls, and have consumed all sorts of medicines you prescribed, to no avail."
Silver flowed out like water.
If not for the Chengbo Marquis Mansion, how could the Wei Family's estate suffice for his prodigal spending?
Moreover, he also has a legitimate younger brother.
Once Wei Xiheng became useless, his mother reinstated everything as it was, but his father was fully cultivating his younger brother—although he wasn't envious or resentful, nevertheless he wasn't comfortable.
He must recover.
Only by having his own offspring could he wipe away the previous shame.
He was in pain.
"Ordinarily, I've never ceased consuming remedies like sheep whip, ox whip, and deer blood."
The fishy taste made him nauseous and wanting to vomit.
Yet he was still ineffective.
