"I understand the cause of your illness now, so I'm confident I can drive it out. However..."
Zhao Huaian stopped there and fell silent.
Li Wanxing grew anxious. "However what? Please, Junior Brother Zhao, tell me quickly. You're making your senior brother die of suspense."
As a patient, there was nothing worse than a physician stopping halfway through an explanation. It was more agonizing than being killed.
Zhao Huaian hesitated, then sighed. "I can treat you, but it'll greatly deplete my energy and spirit. And your condition is quite serious, Senior Brother Li. I'm afraid it'll take me ten days or half a month to recover from the strain, let alone cultivate..."
"That's true. When Junior Brother Zhao treated me before, it took him a long time to recover."
Liu Yuanping chimed in from the side.
Although he didn't know whether Zhao Huaian's words were true, Zhao Huaian had saved his life, so of course he would play along.
Hearing them, Li Wanxing grew even more anxious where he lay in the chair.
Seeing that the moment was right, Liu Yuanping added, "A treatment takes a great deal out of Junior Brother Zhao, so he has to charge a fee each time. But I have some ties with him. For my sake, how about seven hundred Spirit Stones for the treatment?"
As he spoke, Liu Yuanping looked between Li Wanxing and Zhao Huaian, waiting for their response.
Li Wanxing agreed without hesitation. "Of course. What do you think, Junior Brother Zhao?"
He only had nine hundred Low-grade Spirit Stones, so handing over seven hundred at once pained him.
But Li Wanxing understood: what did seven hundred Low-grade Spirit Stones matter compared with his life?
Besides, the Detoxification Pill he'd bought earlier had cost five hundred Low-grade Spirit Stones, and it