Inside the room.
Divine Doctor Xue's face was deathly pale as he stared at Long Aotian. "Do I still need to keep sending it in?"
"Don't stop! If he dies, whose fault will it be, yours or mine? Keep going."
Divine Doctor Xue gritted his teeth. "You wouldn't happen to be... deliberately screwing me over, would you?"
Long Aotian looked at him. "I'm a doctor! I save lives and heal the wounded! If you don't want to save him, say so now. I'll tell them you refused. Then we can part ways, and I won't even take my consultation fee."
Divine Doctor Xue snorted coldly. "I'll keep at this with you! Let's see what tricks you have left! If you can't cure the Young Sect Master, you'll be the first one to die!"
Long Aotian smiled faintly. "Continue. The true qi cannot stop."
That night.
Tang Wanli knelt in the Ancestral Hall, silently chanting prayers and asking for blessings, praying that his son would escape danger and turn misfortune into safety.
Ancestors of the Tang Sect above, Wanli is unfilial. In pursuit of the family's glory, I offended a shameless villain and brought this calamity upon my youngest son.
Please bless the Tang Sect's bloodline and let my son escape danger.
Wanli is willing to sacrifice ten years of his life in exchange for my son's safety.
His eyes were wet, and his heart felt as though it were being cut by knives.
At that moment, the Vice Manager pushed open the door and shouted, "Sect Master! The Young Sect Master is awake!"
Tang Wanli abruptly raised his head, and tears instantly began pouring down his face.
He pressed his lips tightly together. The immense pressure crushing his mind suddenly released, and he could not help wanting to cry.