Doctor Liu understood Luo Wu's feelings and comforted him: "I've been practicing medicine for decades and have come across many unsavory matters in wealthy households. Don't overthink it; perhaps she can be cured."
Even though hope was slim, the poison in the venison was too strong.
Luo Wu shook off Doctor Liu's hand on his shoulder: "I don't believe it, I know I can do this!"
Doctor Liu had seen many such people and spoke with the tone of an elder: "Young man, I know it's hard for you to accept this, but don't give up. If you take the medicine for a few years, maybe even a decade, you might recover."
At most, he would never recover in his lifetime, but he wouldn't die; he needed to stay strong.
Luo Wu frowned: "Didn't you say that you couldn't tell whether I was poisoned by taking my pulse?"
