These three words struck like a bolt of lightning.
Lu He clutched the elder's sleeve, pitifully saying, "Doctor Zhang, the Waiter said your medical skills are excellent. Isn't a broken leg supposed to heal if set properly? How could it be incurable? And if he was given some muting poison, can't it be cured by drinking more bitter medicine?"
She shook the elder's hand, pleading:
"Doctor, my husband is still so young. What will he do with the rest of his life? If he can't be cured, he'll spend his life in a wheelchair. I beg you to save him."
Her tears fell like a beauty weeping, evoking sympathy from anyone who saw her.
The elderly gentleman straightforwardly stated the facts: "Madam, your husband's injury is not an ordinary fracture; there are signs of poisoning. This old man is powerless, but perhaps I can treat his muteness. However, I can't guarantee a cure."
