Yan Hua stared at him, tears still clinging to her face.
"Each and every one of you, always causing trouble," Doctor Hua snorted coldly, flung his sleeves and glared at Yun Ya, then walked towards the bed, bent over to check the pulse, stroked his beard and paced back and forth, while Yan Hua watched anxiously, wanting to ask but restrained herself.
"Master, how is he?"
"It's congenital decline in the biochemical functions of the organs, with damp-heat obstructing the veins, causing dual deficiency of qi and blood due to stagnation. His body has long been exhausted, there's no saving him."
Doctor Hua said there was no saving him, and Aunt Cui cried bitterly, "My poor Fifth Master, how did your fate become so cruel..."
Yan Hua staggered back two steps, her face pale as a sheet.
