Even if she’s exceptionally beautiful, this mark diminishes her appearance significantly.
Wei Zhongchen said she was beautiful...
Maybe he was just being polite.
Yet, that strange feeling hasn’t disappeared, but Mo Jun can’t quite figure out what’s odd about it. Well, if she doesn’t understand now, maybe she will when the ti cos.
Wei Zhongchen needs three injections of Potion daily, ensuring he’s in good spirits all day.
He’s even eating a bit more, though it’s only two or three extra bites!
But that’s enough to make both him and the old Mrs. Wei happy.
They even have the illusion that he will surely recover, as if he could get well soon.
However, the doctor’s examination delivered a harsh reality!
Despite Wei Zhongchen being in good spirits, his organs are still failing, with no signs of improvent; it’s rely that the deterioration has slowed a little!
The old Mrs. Wei doesn’t dare let Wei Zhongchen know this, and her face is gloomy, "How can this be? Hasn’t his spirit improved a lot these past two days?"
"Indeed it has. But... it’s just that his spirit is slightly better. Old Mrs. Wei, I’m uncertain whether I should say this..." the doctor hesitantly began.
"What? Just say what’s on your mind."
"I suspect that Miss Luo’s dication doesn’t significantly benefit young master’s health. Pinning hopes on it might lead to... disappointnt."
The old Mrs. Wei was shocked again, "You an it’s useless?!"
"No, it is useful, quite good, actually. But, young master’s condition is so dire that it’s rely treating the symptoms rather than the root cause."
"She is a disciple of the dicine King! How can it be useless!" The old Mrs. Wei couldn’t believe it, but she knew her son’s condition well enough.
Maybe it truly isn’t effective...
"Then what do you suggest we do?" she asked the doctor.
"Apologies, I don’t know what to do either," the doctor sighed, "young master’s condition has us grappling with death, relying on luck. You know our capabilities are limited."
"So, my son’s life is left to fate?!"
"Old Mrs. Wei, perhaps there will be a miracle," the doctor tried to comfort her.
The old Mrs. Wei’s gaze was unclear yet determined, "Of course, I believe there will be a miracle! How long can Achen’s heart hold on?"
The doctor had wanted to bring this up; since she ntioned it first, it made it easier to speak.
"I’m afraid young master’s heart won’t hold on much longer; it might stop beating at any ti."
The old Mrs. Wei’s eyes widened, her face growing even grimr.
"Achen cannot die!" she stared intently at the doctor, her gaze terrifyingly dark, prompting him to quickly add, "I have a suggestion."
"Tell ."
"Maybe we should take advantage of young master being in relatively good spirits and proceed with surgery sooner."
"You’re right..." Whatever the old Mrs. Wei thought of suddenly, she beca invigorated and excitedly commanded, "Arrange it imdiately and await my instructions!"
"Understood."
Then, the old Mrs. Wei sought out Mo Jun, instructing her to increase the dosage of Potion to improve Wei Zhongchen’s condition.
Mo Jun was puzzled, "Why? Old Mrs. Wei, young master can’t handle a large dosage right now, and over ti, it will beco a burden on his body."
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