Nian Shutong's problem added another layer to Master Huo's confidence. Without a chair, he simply squatted on the ground and began to talk to Nian Shutong.
"Master, you are absolutely right. Qingqing was about to advance to S-level previously. He has been talented since childhood and at twenty-one, he is at a prime age. But this illness has set him back."
"I don't need him to be very impressive, I just want him to stay alive. As long as he's alive, that's good enough. As long as he's alive."
Staying alive was good, Master Huo repeated several times. He truly hoped for it; he no longer cared about legacy or whether Qingqing was a genius.
"En, you don't need to be so agitated. I said I can cure him, and I truly can," Nian Shutong said with a faint smile. "So let's start the treatment now."
She stood up and told Lian Qing, "Don't move."
"Your body is already burnt out, don't move around heedlessly."