Before Xin Lin could speak, President Mu waved his hand.
"My illness is incurable. I’ve known this for a long ti, so you need not feel guilty. It’s not just you, even if your father hadn’t had that incident, he still wouldn’t have been able to cure my illness."
President Mu looked as if he understood fully.
Clearly, he knew far more about his own physical condition than Mu Jin did.
"You knew this from early on?"
Xin Lin was quite surprised.
Earlier, much of what Xin Lin told Mu Jin was true.
For instance, President Mu’s illness could indeed be alleviated.
For another example, taking the dicine of a great master would have significant side effects.
To avoid saddening Mu Jin, she did not reveal the whole truth to her.
"You ntioned earlier that after taking the dicine for more than five years, it would harm the tendons, ridians, and organs. I’ve been taking this dicine for nine years now. At first, it was just numbness in my left hand, but then I lost sensation on my left side. Around June of this year, my right side started to feel numb, and now, my limbs and eyes are sowhat unresponsive. I know these things myself, I just haven’t told that child Mu Jin."
President Mu smiled bitterly.
He had lived for more than half a lifeti, experiencing rise and fall, prosperity and decay, life and death; there was nothing he couldn’t accept.
He had always concealed his illness, continually increasing the dication dosage, just so his granddaughter wouldn’t worry.
"Honestly, at the Emperor Longteng’s birthday banquet, everyone thought I returned just to celebrate, but that’s not the case. I actually ca back to Purple Cloud City wanting Mu Jin to apprentice under Master Ji. On one hand, that child has talent, and Master Ji is a good person, so I’m at ease entrusting her to him. On the other hand, it’s because I know I don’t have long left to live. I wanted to return to my roots; I left Purple Cloud City and I wish to end my days on this native land."
President Mu said with a sigh.
It’s a pity that plans can’t keep up with changes.
When President Mu arrived at Purple Cloud City, he discovered that Master Ji had already passed away.
Consequently, Mu Jin was left without a caretaker, giving President Mu an unsettled heart.
"President Mu, there’s no need to be too pessimistic. I said I couldn’t cure your illness, but I didn’t say I couldn’t alleviate it. Your condition is gout, caused by consuming too many fire poison dicines, which attacked your heart. I have sothing on hand that can just counteract fire poison. By also consuming so Wind Breath Roast Pork I make, you should be able to alleviate so of the fire poison, preventing your body from further deterioration. However, the numb body parts likely cannot be restored."
Xin Lin said with regret.
This ans President Mu cannot return to being a Spiritual Delicacy Master.
Her dical skill is limited, if her father were conscious, he might have been able to cure President Mu.
Now, she can only do her best.
"You an you can prevent my condition from worsening?"
President Mu’s face lit up with joy.
Back then, because of his greed, he had to pursue becoming a Six-star Spiritual Cuisine Master, and his family perished accompanying him on a hunting trip.
If not, his daughter-in-law wouldn’t have died from grief when giving birth.
He had long given up hope of returning to the Spiritual Delicacy field.
He just wanted to watch Mu Jin grow up and get married, making it up to her parents and his late wife.
"I can try, but I can’t promise success. Please close your eyes, I will puncture your drowsy acupoint and then start the treatnt for you."
After speaking, Xin Lin took out the Xuanyu Bee Needle and pierced it into President Mu’s drowsy acupoint.
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