Ye Yuan had been waiting hopefully for what came next.
But Elder Hua disappointed him.
After hearing Ye Yuan's words, Elder Hua could only shake his head with a bitter smile.
"Bian Que's Nine Needles have been lost for a long time. In the current traditional Chinese medicine community, only Shao Guoyuan, that old fellow, and I know them."
At this point, seeing the hopeful look in Ye Yuan's eyes, Elder Hua spread his hands and continued helplessly.
"Even I only know the first six needles.
"The final three needles are the essence of Bian Que's Nine Needles.
"For ordinary brain disorders, the six needles can barely keep the condition under control.
"But for an illness like your grandmother's, all nine needles must be used for there to be any possibility of a cure!"
Elder Hua was helpless as well.
As a physician, he knew how to cure a patient, yet lacked the means to do so.
He had no idea how many times such things had happened to him.
He had long since grown immune to that feeling of powerlessness.
But Ye Yuan was different.
It was the first time he had watched helplessly as one of his relatives was declared incurable.
He hated that feeling of helplessness.
"Is there no other way?"
Though Ye Yuan knew Elder Hua could not be lying to him, he still asked.
Elder Hua shook his head and spoke seriously.
"If it weren't for you, I wouldn't even have suggested treating her with Chinese medicine.
"You probably don't know this, but the precious medicinal ingredients needed for this prescription are no small expense.
"If I hadn't known you had those herbs, I wouldn't have taken out this prescription.
"Wouldn't that be giving someone hope, only to push them into an abyss afterward?"
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