Anzhen fainted, but fortunately, he knew the most famous doctor in Fusang, who was quickly called upon and brought him back to consciousness.
"My, my inner strength? My poison..." Anzhen exclaimed in surprise, "How is it all gone?"
The doctor sighed, "Sir, your body has been tampered with. It's already too late, forgive me for being powerless."
"What? You can't do anything either?" Anzhen grabbed the doctor's clothes from behind, watching as the doctor helplessly shook his head.
"Not only that, if the poison in you isn't cured, you won't live for a month. Even if the poison can be cured, doing so too late will also cause you to slowly lose your memory and become..."
"Become what?" his confidant asked anxiously.
The doctor sighed, "Senile."
Anzhen's hand suddenly dropped, the light in his eyes completely dimmed. It was his confidant who spoke: "I'll immediately arrange for places everywhere to find famous doctors and antidotes for you, sir."
