Jiang Xue looked on, set down the medicine box, and then stepped forward to check her pulse. Mr. Liu sat nearby, waiting for Jiang Xue's diagnosis.
After a while, Jiang Xue finally stopped and then asked Mr. Liu beside her, "The old lady has been ill for some time, hasn't she?"
"It's been a month. How is she? Can she be cured?"
"I can't guarantee it, but there's a fifty percent chance. However, the treatment process might be somewhat painful."
"No matter, as long as you can cure my wife." Mr. Liu was a bit agitated. Previously, they had gone to the hospital, and they all said the old lady didn't have much time left.
Now, Jiang Xue actually said there's a fifty percent chance, which is really great. No matter what, he was willing to give it a try.
"I'll do my best," Jiang Xue said with a smile. Then she stood up, opened the medicine box, took out the silver needles she prepared, and also took out a bottle of medicine she concocted.
