Hearing these words, Qi Yu's grip on her teacup slightly faltered.
She couldn't answer this question either.
The illness plaguing Liu Wensheng was difficult to treat, yet not impossible.
It was, as Mo Qingshan had described, an ailment without a root.
If that root could be found, a cure would naturally follow.
But if it remained elusive, there was a chance it might never be cured.
After a moment of contemplation, Qi Yu said softly, "The Empress has been poisoning him for years, his very foundation is nearly destroyed. Although it's not impossible to heal him, it certainly won't be easy."
She didn't rule out hope entirely, but neither could she afford to give false hope without cause.
This was the mercy of a doctor, although it might sound a bit cold.
After all, doctors weren't deities; they could only do their best.
Feng Yue remained silent for a while before looking at her with eyes full of hope, "But I heard that you saved the life of the Prince."