There was no best course of action to treat rheumatism in the world. There was no miracle drug. Old Man Song was used to the pain.
"It's okay if you don't go. I'll customize a treatment plan for you." Fu Qingxuan understood the pain that came with rheumatism. It was not life-threatening, but the agony was hard to handle.
He could always transport the professional medical equipment here. It was not much of a hassle.
Old Man Song was grateful and kicking himself. "No need to bother. My illness is nothing new."
He had basically given up. After seeing all the doctors in the world, he would have been treated by now if it was at all possible.
Rheumatism was a tricky illness that had no cure. It was unnecessary to put the children through the hassle for an old man like him.
