The Yuan family's second daughter was acting a little too eager for quick results, but everyone understood.
Besides, what hardship had the old man not endured? If it could cure him, what was a little pain?
After discussing it, Yuan Huapeng braced himself and called Feng Jun again. There was no helping it—Li Ting had said she could not make that call. Her surname was Li, not Yuan, so she had no authority to improvise.
Feng Jun's attitude was indeed good, but the answer he gave was not one the Yuan family wanted to hear.
"...There will definitely be some effect, but whether it can cure him is hard to say."
"...No, I can't try it. Think about it—he's already over eighty, and he's been unconscious for more than two months. There's surely not much vitality left in his body. This medicine drains vitality tremendously. It's Tiger-Wolf Medicine. He definitely won't survive it."
He had made up his mind not to intervene, so he did not even bring up treatment fees.
After Yuan Huapeng thanked him and hung up, he ignored everyone's looks and turned directly to Ye Lao. "It's Tiger-Wolf Medicine. They say it consumes vitality heavily. Given my father's condition, can he withstand it?"
Ye Lao hesitated before speaking. "I'm not especially proficient in ancient medicine. I only know that Tiger-Wolf Medicine also varies in intensity, and the burden on the internal organs differs as well..."
His words sounded faintly resentful—the master was being far too aloof, wasn't he? He had said nothing beyond the four words "Tiger-Wolf Medicine." Wasn't that like clenching his fist and making everyone guess what was inside?
Then he changed the subject. "However, from a medical perspective, at Yuan Lao's age, all his bodily functions have declined. His blood vessels must have calcified