The old man had a strong sense of integrity, but ultimately succumbed to the pressure, unwillingly checking the pulse, and finally said, "Prepare for the aftermath."
Lu Yuke stepped closer: "Is it truly incurable?"
The old man glanced at her sideways and snorted, "This is a congenital disease brought from the womb, surviving until now is already a miracle, now the oil is exhausted and the lamp is dimming, even the Great Immortal can't save him."
Lu Yuke took a step back in disbelief, her face pale.
The old man seemed to feel a pang of compassion, stroked his beard, his eyes flickered, coughed once, and said, "It's not that there's no cure at all, I have a prescription here, a remedy passed down from my grandmaster, invaluable and not something I'd normally disclose. But fate has tied me to this child, and I cannot bear to see him die so young. Very well, I will extend an act of great kindness this time...."
