This elderly man was known as Sun Sagehand.
Nearly seventy, he wore a traditional blue-green long robe and kept a small tuft of graying beard. Everything about him radiated the refined, otherworldly air of an immortal sage.
In the Imperial Capital's traditional Chinese medicine circles, Sun Sagehand was a titan. Getting an appointment with him was harder than reaching the heavens.
Sun Sagehand slightly furrowed his aged brows and slowly withdrew the two fingers that had been resting on Bai Ye's wrist.
He rose to his feet.
His old face, deeply etched by time, was now covered in a rare expression of gravity.
Sun Sagehand sighed and shook his head without speaking at once.
Seeing this.
Bai Chengzong, who had been standing guard nearby, felt his heart leap into his throat.
Not daring to slack off in the slightest, he hurried forward and seized Sun Sagehand's wrist.
"Divine Doctor Sun!"
Bai Chengzong's eyes were bloodshot. Unable to conceal the anxiety and tremor in his voice, he stared at the other man.
"My son... what exactly is his condition?!"
"What strange illness does he have? Why has he remained unconscious?!"
Bai Chengzong was so anxious that even his voice shook.
"Elder Sun, you're a titan of the Imperial Capital's traditional Chinese medicine world!"
"Please tell me, does my son... does he still have any hope of being saved?!"
Faced with Bai Chengzong's anxious, hopeful questioning.
A deep weariness and helplessness flashed across Sun Sagehand's aged face.
Looking at the Bai family's patriarch, who normally commanded the business world with a wave of his hand, he gravely shook his head, his graying beard trembling slightly.
"Patriarch Bai..."
Sun Sagehand let out a long sigh, his voice hoarse. "This old man has practiced medicine for most of his life and has seen his