Lin Yuanshan stood as if frozen, unconsciously holding his breath.
His eyes were fixed intently on Chen Nan, his trembling pupils revealing the deep-seated nervousness and unease within him.
Lin Xue was the same, her usually cool and clear eyes now filled with tension and expectation, subconsciously biting her lower lip, her hands unconsciously tightening the hem of her skirt, as if this would grasp a sliver of hope.
Seeing the father and daughter's anxious yet hopeful eyes, Chen Nan felt a tightening in his heart and sighed helplessly, slowly starting, "Mr. Lin, Miss Lin, to be honest, Miss Lin's condition is extremely unusual."
He slightly furrowed his brows, his eyes revealing a solemn contemplation, "The Cold Poison in her body, originating from the womb, can rightly be called a congenital condition."
"Though I have cured many difficult and complicated diseases since I began practicing medicine, I have never encountered a case like Miss Lin's."