"Lady, please rest assured, this Divine Doctor has excellent skills, he can certainly do it." Ye Zhisong also had no confidence in his heart because Nie Wuqiu's illness was indeed too serious.
Some places were already rotting, and even he could not control it—the million-year-old herbs could not stop that kind of necrosis.
At this time, Tang Feng suddenly appeared, which was undoubtedly an opportunity for him. Since he dared to ask someone to bring the patient over, he must have a way.
Nie Wuqiu looked at Ye Zhisong with complex feelings. If it were not for him, she wouldn't have fallen ill, yet it was also because of him that she clung to life. She truly didn't know whether to hate him or love him.
"Lady, don't worry, no matter the cost, I will find someone to cure you. Otherwise, I would never be at peace in this lifetime."
